Dim Sum Diaries
I couldn't resist posting this. We had Hawaiian BBQ for dinner tonight and they always include these soy sauce packets. Apparently one of them was left open and lying next to my daughter.

"I'm STRONG!" my daughter declared emphatically, pounding the table with her fist. The soy sauce packet splattered all over her face and t-shirt. Naturally, she was quite upset.

"Why don't we go and take a bath," I told her. And then to cheer her up, I jokingly said, "And then we'll see if you taste like chicken or beef, okay?" (family joke)

She got into the tub, still sniffling and looked up at me soulfully. "No, Mommy, I taste like soy sauce!" she said plaintively.

Sigh. My daughter...