Riley stared at the plate in front of her in disbelief. It wasn’t what she ordered.
She watched the waitress slowly approach the table.
“I wanted mac ’n’ cheese” – Riley spat out.
“This IS mac ‘n’ cheese” – the waitress calmly replied.
Riley folded her arms, pouted, and frowned at the broccoli. She was not going to eat anything until she got exactly what she ordered. Or chocolate, which was the one thing that would always magically fix things.
“You will eat whatever I give you, young lady” – Riley’s mother said, sitting down next to her at the kitchen table.
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“In 99 words (no more, no less), write a protest story.”
– a prompt for this week’s CW piece.
[Source: @CarrotRanch]
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Meal times with toddlers can be such high drama 😂
~B
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I know adults that still fuss. Over things like… TOMATOES!
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Mom rules. Reminds me of soup, or soup du jour. What’s the difference? About $2.50 more.
-Nice one Goldie-
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Ha! Good one.
Thanks for your continued support, Darnell.
Stay golden and have a great weekend.
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Good one Goldie nice twist to the story, mum the waitress.
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Gave me a good laugh. I remember my aunty telling me how she tried to give salted vermicelli to my nephew when he ordered Maggi. 😂😂😂😂 Now he knows where the achhi vali Maggi (Maggi which is good) is kept 😂
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Salted vermicelli doesn’t sound bad, but I love it with my Maggi, too.
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How can you have both together?
The salted vermicelli I’m talking about looks like this– https://www.google.com/search?q=namkeen+jave&sxsrf=ACYBGNQgsfLsRuz8pyhTZdyUw216asPSmA:1580494787268&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj4-vTyua7nAhU5wzgGHRX6Cv4Q_AUoAXoECAsQAw&biw=1280&bih=610
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I just add Maggie on top and mix it up.
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I would never do that!
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Clever. These short stories of yours are like tasty chocolate morsels… you have one and it’s so delicious that you want some more!
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Thanks, Stuart! My morning is off to a great start with your comment.
Enjoy your weekend and stay golden!
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Very nice. Sometimes I feel that with my not-so-little monster. He’s so picky, and it’s never the same thing.
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Keeps you on your toes.
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Nice story. Reminds me of my mother. She never gives me what I want to eat.😅
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Too funny.
It’s good to be an adult capable of cooking/buying what you want.
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I agree. My mother would frown at the things I eat, but I never want to go back to eating leafy vegetables all day.😅
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Ha! This was great 🙂 I was a short order cook with my kiddos when they were young. Archie became a vegetarian at age 11, my youngest had dairy allergies….etc…etc…..”this too shall pass” is what I told myself….miraculously it did, now it’s just me, Jase and cricket the cat.
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Food allergies are terrifying. I remember hearing about my sibling’s friend who could not eat eggs. He also couldn’t eat most of anything, really, but the eggs I could not comprehend. I guess if I couldn’t eat them, I wouldn’t like them… How poor some lives can be without all of the food experiences.
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I caught his while I was nursing him, so he grew out of them by the time he was 6ish. So grateful that I didn’t take the pediatricians diagnosis of my infant having eczema. I knew it was food since I was nursing him. Turned out it was dairy and eggs. Crazy
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I missed this one! I will become an email subscriber as well!
This made me grin. Bit like me and my mum.
Have you ever send anything back in a restaurant?
I can only remember doing it once. I feel too awkward
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Ok you need to tell me how to do that 😬
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Go to my Home page and scroll to the bottom.
“Follow me via email” on the bottom left. Once you click on “Follow” it should add you to the email list. (You should get an email confirming that.)
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I have a feeling that I have in the past, but I cannot really remember. Recently my partner and I ordered some sort of fries (don’t remember what kind) as a side dish (to try) for our lunch. We got just regular fries instead. We just shrugged it off and took it as a sign that we would not have liked the other ones. The waitress realized her mistake after a while, but we told her not to worry. She was having a rough day and we didn’t feel the need to make it worse.
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I have to say how disappointing it does feel when you’re promised one thing and you get something else though!
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Sometimes what we order isn’t exactly what we envision. For some mac ‘n’ cheese is just that, while others add bacon and broccoli, etc. It’s an illustration of our desires in life in general. We want something, but then are disappointed when we don’t get exactly what we thought. Expectations can definitely mess us up.
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That’s kids to a T!
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Thanks.
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