So we’re in the kitchen making lunch and chatting away about nothing in particular. Megan watched me get the cheese ready to go on top of the burgers I was cooking and was excited that I was going to make Swiss burgers with sauteed mushrooms, onions, and peppers. As it turned out, the veggies were leftovers and I wasn’t too sure about the slightly off smell, so I 86’ed them.
Me: Hmmm, I’m not too sure about these.
Megan: Dawre good.
Me: No, Megan, I’m not too sure about them and I’d rather be safe than sorry.
Megan: We can eat dem. Dawre fine.
Me: Nope, we’ll just have the cheese on them.
I start plating up the food, and because I felt bad about no veggies on them, I started putting a slice of cheese under the burgers as well as on top. But I didn’t have enough Swiss, so I got the sliced Havarti.
Megan: What’s dat one?
Me: Havarti. It’s really yummy.
Megan: I LOVE ‘varti!
Megan: ‘Varti! It’s stwingy on da buwrgewr!
Me: And we’ll have mayo and salt and pepper on them.
Megan, rubbing her hands together as I spread mayo on the buns: Mmmmm! I LOVE salt an’ peppewr on it!
Me: Me too!
Megan: Swiss cheese….and Swiss cheese on da bottom!
Me: Well, Swiss cheese on top.
Megan: I mean Gouda on da bottom!
Me: Well, Havarti.
Megan: I mean ‘varti!
Me, sprinkling on the salt: Yep, gonna be yummy!
Megan, laughing as I hold up the almost empty salt box and shake it on: Oooooo, it’s like mawaccas!!
Megan, gesturing with her hands: Olé! <giggles>
Oh, that girl! ♥