Originally Posted by Bill O'Rights

Ok...everyday, when I pick my 3 year old son up from daycare, I give him a sandwich that I save back from my lunch for him. It's ritual now, and he enjoys it. Now, I'm one of the 4 people on the planet that actually likes pickle loaf. So, I give him half of my diagonal cut sandwich, and he munches happily. After a few minutes, I look over and see that he's eaten the bread, but left the meat. I told him to finish it. He looks at me, as though I've finally gone off the deep end, and says "Trash", while holding up the pickle loaf. I told him that it was meat, and that he should eat it. Now I get the look that tells me that all doubt has left him. His dad has finally crossed over into dementia. "No, Dad...this is not meat...this is trash.
Who made him a little lunch meat connoisseur?