For these reasons:
1. Rory from the sofa on which he was lounging in front of the telly yesterday: "Can you get Daddy to order me a pizza please?"
2. Rory at playgroup during singing time, when asked what Old MacDonald has on his farm: "Burgers."
3. Rory at playgroup during singing time after I laughed off the above incident while the mum who only feeds her child wholefoods (there's always one) looked at me in horror and asked him what Old MacDonald REALLY has on his farm: "Chicken nuggets. And chips. And Coca Cola." *slurping sound*
So I was very pleased to hear the following from him when I picked up a cucumber and put it in our basket in Waitrose yesterday: "YESSSSS!!! CUCUMBER!!!! I love cucumber, I LOVE IT. YUM YUM IN MY TUM."
Oh yes, I felt smug as a smug thing as I walked past all the other parents. "Yes, you love cucmber don't you - deeeeelicious", I said in my smuggest voice to add to the overall impression of smugdom.
There was a pause while Rory considered his reply. Then this:
"Oh, wait. not cucumber. I don't love cucumber. What's that other thing? Ummmm....ummmm....CRISPS. I love crisps."
I should have pureed more spinach when he was a baby. God I hate it when Karmel is right.