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Maybe this is why I always agree with lurkette. My father fucked with us constantly. He has a tremendous sense of humor, and calvin's dad was his hero.
Lately my kid has been asking "what is it?" when he knows perfectly well what's on his plate. I tell him it's pickled moneky heads.
The first time I did it he was pretty concerned, but now he gets it. He usually comes back with something like, "It's not monkey heads; it's frozen pig noses" (or some such nonsense).
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