I like Raisin Bran.
I like raisins plain – for the most part. Have to be in a mood for them.
I loved the California Raisins.
I do NOT like raisins in my bagels. They look like flies, first of all, and I just can’t handle that kind of thing early in the morning.
Cooper doesn’t like them either. Neither does Cayden. Camber’s taste buds change every few hours, often in the middle of a sentence. So her opinion in this matter has no weight.
So why are they in the house? Why is it that every time I go to eat a bagel – they are the only ones left? (That one is easy to answer – because nobody likes them and hence – they don’t get eaten…or ate…whatever.)
Amy commented this morning – “It’s a vast conspiracy, Grant. When you’re not around, I tell the kids to eat all the food that you like and only leave the kind foods you don’t like.”
Which of course would explain everything.