Spoilsport!

Son Two and I shared sushi for lunch today (his first). Someone needs to tell the Japanese they're doing it all wrong and the rice should not be pressed together, but smushed apart and eaten painstakingly one grain at a time... I fear I shall be finding it around the kitchen for months, a la pine needles/Christmas tree.

In order for him to experience the whole gamut, I let him try the pickled ginger. He pulled a perfect, horrified *bleurgh* face, so being the doting mother evil mare that I am I went and grabbed the camera before giving him some more. In the 30 seconds it took me to do that however, he decided that he really rather liked it, and it was barely worth a raised eyebrow. Little sod ;-)