This morning after church, we explored all the Christmas decorations at the Macy's at Herold's Square. As we were walking home, Katie began to request/negotiate going out to lunch. Five year-old Katie's request was "square burgers" - i.e., White Castle. I think Katie has figured out that for seventy-seven cents for each little burger, I'm reasonable likely to agree to buy lunch. As Katie was requesting lunch, we had the following conversation.
"Daddy, my favorite thing in the whole world is when we go to lunch together. It's really special. Let's go get square burgers, but, when we order, we need to make sure to tell them NO PICKLES. I hate pickles. I know that Mommy says that I'm not allowed to say hate, but I really hate pickles."
"Well, Katie, since you're not to say hate, why don't you say, 'I don't like pickles'?"
"Daddy, I could say 'I don't like pickles' because that's true. But it's much more accurate to say 'I HATE pickles.' I think we should be accurate. The truth is that I really, really HATE pickles."
Maybe it's just because I'm her dad but I found this explanation of her strong feelings about pickles hilarious.
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