Over the weekend, my mom presented my kids with a tasty version of green eggs and ham. It was basically a sort of crustless quiche Florentine (my mom’s diet is strictly gluten-free) with eggs, ham, cheese, and spinach on top.
I thought it was delicious, but with all that spinach unapologetically hanging out like that, what would a 4-year-old think?
Well, he thought that the eggs were cheese (this helped), that the ham was ham (also helped), and figured that the spinach must be green eggs (he doesn't have much experience with eggs). Green eggs are somehow much more appealing to 4-year-old boys than yellow eggs, which is useful to know. And even though I kept screwing up the game by calling it spinach, he just kept on correcting me, even as he took a bite. This is what he said:
Him: Mmmm. Not bad.
But, this is what he was surely thinking:
Him: Say, I like green eggs and ham!
I do, I like them. Gram-you-am,
And I will eat them in a house.
And I will eat them with a mouse.
And I will eat them here and there.
Say, I will eat them anywhere.
I do so like green eggs and ham.
Thank you, thank you, Gram-you-am.