"It's not on sale!"

A few days ago I fixed beef stroganoff for dinner. Not a regular in our house, but one that I have fixed before and we have all eaten. Adam was completely resistant this time. He wanted nothing to do it. I was chatting on the phone with my sister Wendy and trying to convince Adam to take a bite. He remained firm that he was not eating it and finally adamantly said, "I can't eat it, it's not on sale!" Wendy confused by what he said asked what that had to do with anything. I told her that every time we are shopping and he wants something he can't have, my response is that it can't be had because it's not on sale. So likewise, Adam could not eat his dinner because it was not on sale!

This reminds me of another classic Adam. Several months ago Adam came into my bedroom early in the morning and laid by me in bed. I had my arms behind my head and was chatting with him when he rolled over and looked strangely at me. Upon noticing dark hair in my armpit (I shave daily, but of course the one day I don't...) he looks with worried eyes toward me and says, "Oh no Mom, you're turning into a Daddy!"