Pickles

It's so interesting to hear Lizzie repeat (sorta) the things we try to teach to her. On the way home from school today she asked me what food I don't like. Pickles. She responded that pickles are "growing" food (I disagree--yuck) and that I need to eat them. Lizzie warned me that if I don't eat them I won't grow "old enough to see Jacob again." I'm assuming she came to this conclusion because I have told her that some day I will grow old and die, and also that she won't grow if she doesn't eat "growing" foods. So, maybe she thinks that I won't grow old enough to die if I don't eat "growing" foods. I don't know. Lizzie offered me a special surprise from her room if I ate a pickle. I told her I would give her one too, but she said "I don't need a surprise. I have lots of toys in my room. My toys are my surprises."