With Conviction

For dinner tonight, we had ham and potatoes in a cheese sauce.  The potatoes were cut into pretty small cubes, and you can imagine their color, after they had been simmering in the cheese sauce in the crock-pot all afternoon.  As I dished up dinner, Alaina kept exclaiming about the "pineapples."  Several times I told her that there were no pineapples, just potatoes.

As we were eating, Lee mentioned something about the pineapples to Alaina.

"No Daddy!" she said.  "Not pineapples!"

"Well, what are they?" he replied.

"I.  Don't.  Know," she said immediately, with conviction.

Here's to making unrecognizable food for dinner.