In my attempt to cut calories and costs, I bought a taco flavored ground turkey roll (you know the kind in plastic with metal wire twisted over the ends)
My son walked in just as I was squeezing the contents into the frying pan.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“Making dinner”
Then slightly concerned, but very trustingly he asked, “Is that Poop?”
His question made me take a second look, and I nearly lost my appetite. I assured him it would taste better than it looked. But, when it came time to eat, the little guy opted for a tuna sandwich. Do you blame him?
