My thirteen-year old niece is in town with me for a few days. She is an infamous picky eater, so I thought it would be a bad idea to let her know that the muffins I was making Saturday morning were low-fat cranberry and orange. I mean, I might as well have told her they were made with bird poo. I hid the box after dumping the ingredients and as soon as I had folded the cranberries into the mix, she walked over beside me.
“Yum, strawberry muffins! Strawberry is my favorite.”
“Good.” No lie on my part. I think it’s good that strawberry is her favorite.
I watched as she started to eat the muffin.
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah.”
I noticed a collection of cranberries on her plate.
“Did you pick those out?”
“Yeah, they taste funny.”
“It’s because they’re cranberries…”
*a look of surprise on her face
“… and, they’re low-fat muffins.”
*now a look of disgust
Like I said, bird poo.
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