Mom’s Soup Is Gruel-ling

(My family and I are at a restaurant. I’m six.)

Waitress: “And what’ll you all have?”

Mom: “I’ll have the soup.”

Me: “Yuck, soup. Gross. I’ll have the burger.”

(Our meals arrive.)

Mom: “Honey, do you want to try some of my soup?”

Me: “No, I don’t like soup!”

Mom: *coaxingly* “Come on, try a little.”

Me: “No!”

(My mom keeps pressing me until finally I agree. It does smell delicious. When I do, it is the most wonderful thing I’ve tasted in a long time.)

Me: “Mmmm!”

Mom: *smugly* “See? You have to try new things!”

Me: “But, Mom, this can’t be soup! This tastes nothing like the soup you make! This actually tastes good!”