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The other night my husband went to his monthly Professional Geek Meeting after work, so it was just me and the kids for dinner. I thought I'd make them a "kid meal" and make myself something else (re: spicy hot) later. I made 'em honey-battered corn dog bites, tater tots, and a mini fruit salad of apples, bananas, and pears. My six year old and three year old were thrilled. My almost two year old....notsomuch. He looked at his plate, picked it up, and sniffed it disdainfully. He started to say something but got caught up while searching for the word he was looking for. "C--C--C--". Then he put the plate down and declared:

"Crap."

Not "crap, I forgot something" but "woman! how dare you offend my palate with such crap".

This from the same kid who once ate an ant. I told him it could be worse. He could have been drinking rum from a barrel, thinking it was uniquely flavored, only to find a dead man in the bottom:

BUDAPEST (Reuters) - Hungarian builders who drank their way to the bottom of a huge barrel of rum while renovating a house got a nasty surprise when a pickled corpse tumbled out of the empty barrel, a police magazine website reported.

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[T]he body of the man had been shipped back from Jamaica 20 years ago by his wife in the barrel of rum in order to avoid the cost and paperwork of an official return.

According to the website, workers said the rum in the 300-liter barrel had a "special taste" so they even decanted a few bottles of the liquor to take home.

I wonder what kind of "special taste" dead men add to rum? Yech.

And, FTR, I didn't say that to Dublin. I laughed--I couldn't help it. He did eat his dinner, after a few more minutes of staring at it, as if staring at it long enough would make it morph into something more exotic for his taste.