Genevieve is notorious for eating two thirds of whatever snack or treat she’s asked for and then saying to me, face all wrinkled up to feign disgust, “I really don’t care for this chocolate cookie (or whatever the goody is). It’s awful. I need to choose something else quickly.”
“That was your choice. You seemed to like most of it just fine. Look, it’s almost gone,” I point out.
“No, I really need something else right away to cover up the bad taste. That chocolate cookie wasn’t a good idea,” she says, shaking her head.
“How about some milk…to wash it down?” I suggest
“Milk goes WITH the taste. It doesn’t get OUT the taste that I don’t like,” Genevieve counters.
“Gigi, do you want milk or not?”
“Alright, I’ll have some milk. (Pause.) Could you make it a chocolate milk?”