02.29.08 :: 10:08 am
Straight outta Romper Room, 9:15am: Winnie was eating what appeared to be an apple and she goes, "Want to try my Grapple? It's an apple that tastes like a grape!" (cue the horse-whinny laugh)
I ask, "What do you mean? Is it some kind of new hybrid fruit?" And she goes, "What? I dunno! It just tastes like a grape!" And I ask, again, "Is it genetically engineered that way?" And she goes, "It tastes good, I don't know!" (cue another round of whinnying) So you're basically eating a food product that has possibly been bred in a lab in some way to taste like something else entirely and YOU HAVE NO DESIRE OR CURIOSITY TO FIND OUT HOW IT BECAME THAT WAY?? She's like a FOUR YEAR OLD. So I did an internet search and SURE ENOUGH, it's just an apple injected with grape flavoring, and it's marketed towards CHILDREN. OF COURSE!!! It all makes sense. Sometimes I feel like I'm in the movie "Stepford Wives" except instead of the women around here being turned into perfect wifely robots, they've all had their brains switched with toddlers'. I just have to make it to July. Dear sweet Lord.
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