We accidentally bought the “lite” Babybel cheese and I guess Bridget noticed.
We didn’t mean to. Ours is not a house of low-fat cheese. Or low-fat anything, for that matter.
I didn’t notice it until Brontë dug it out of the fridge and handed it to me. “Open for me, mommy?” she asked. “One for me and one for sister.”
“Okay,” I replied, while snipping into the blue mesh bag. I figured I’d grab a couple of mini cheese circles and start the red wax strip for them. That’s when I noticed it was “lite.”
Ah well, I figured I’d try to slip it past them…
The kids pulled off the rest of the wax and each took a bite.
Brontë gave a thousand-yard stare for a moment before politely setting down her cheese circle and leaving the table.
Bridget, on the other hand, got a crazed look in her eye before EATING the red wax in protest then slamming her filthy lying chunk of diet cheese to the ground. She jumped off her chair and started doing what I could only assume was an interpretive dance about the horrors of cheese oppression.
My kids LOVE good cheese and pilfer it all the time. They go on cheese bingers and hide the evidence all over the house. They know EXACTLY what good cheese is supposed to taste like and this clearly wasn’t it.
That last pic is a look of pure fury! What are you going to do with all that leftover lite cheese now? Maybe allow the kids to take their anger out on it?
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Good question. I don’t want it so either John will eat it or we’ll give it to our chickens 🐔🐔
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Bidgie and I feel the same way about “lite” cheese.
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Hehe Bidgie was too horrified and perplexed by the fact that she’s tasted lite cheese, dancing’s the only way to show it HAHA 🙂
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An interpretive dance of pain to exorcise the diet cheese demons from her tortured soul XD
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Adorable 🙂
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