About Soup: In the Car on the Way Home from Preschool

The Banana and I spent about an hour making turkey dumpling soup from scratch this morning.  We turned off the burner and drove to Mr. SP’s preschool to pick him up.  He got in the car in a terrific mood.  Everyone buckled in, and we turned the first corner on our way home.

The Banana:  Hey!  We made soup today.  Lunch is soup.

Mr. SP:  Soup!  I hate soup!  Mooooooooooom!  Why are you always throwing soup into everything!  Soup is gross!

The Banana:  Well, I helped make the soup.  It’s good.  We’re going to eat it.

Mr. SP:  My whole day is RUINED!

The Banana:  Soup is good.

Mr. SP:  No it ISN”T!  All the water parts always end up in MY BOWL.  I HATE SOUP!  This is TERRIBLE.  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

The Banana:  Soup.  Soup. Soup. Soupy Soup Soup!

Mr. SP:  Stop saying SOUP!  I don’t even want to hear it!  I”m never playing with you again.

The Banana:  (sweetly singing this time)  Soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup is so good!

Mr. SP:  Stop singing!  STOP SINGING ABOUT SOUP!  Waaaaaaaa!  Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

And so it went, on and on the entire way home.  The Banana sang about soup, and Mr. SP wailed about soup until we got out of the car.  I served soup and bread on the deck, and I even drained all the “soup juice” out of Mr. SP’s bowl.  He really doesn’t mind the soup; he just hates the idea of soup juice, or soup water as it is commonly known around here.  I’m not sure why they call it soup water, because it’s nice and thick and creamy and tasty.  He’d never admit it, but he liked the soup just fine and ate the whole bowl.  Of course, it helped that there were cookies for dessert.

I found the soup absolutely delicious.  I made it JUST the way I like it.