"All right, young lady, you haven't touched your dinner. How many pieces of bread have you eaten?"
"Yes, I'm talking to you. "
"Me?"
"Mom. The carrots taste like the potatoes, and the potatoes taste like the carrots, and I know the cabbage is going to taste like the potatoes and the carrots. What IS cabbage anyway?"
"That's why we're eating bread...because it tastes like bread."
"Okay, so what's your excuse?"
"I'm only 25% Irish. I'm not suppose to like this stuff."
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