So I've come to realize my little guy, Shea, has a very unique perspective on the world around him and it's usually a very amusing.
With our scrimmaging Catholic family in the midst of the Lenten season, Fish Friday has always created a sense of debate between said parental units and our offspring...well the older two anyway as Shea has avoided the fish discussions since he has Lent immunity since he hasn't imbibed in his first taking of the Communion wafer.
That doesn't mean Shea hasn't had to experience the Lenten influence first hand at of all places, school ... and a public school at that.
One recent Saturday Shea was complaining about his school serving fish sticks on Friday and earlier that same week the lasagna apparently didn't meet his standards. Now I've eaten at his school a few times and I've never had any complaints.
Anyway, he boldly filled us in on his dilemma when he announced to us "that sometimes the lasagna is burnt and the fish sticks ... taste way too much like fish!"
To the normal adult, we want our fish sticks to take like fish but to the average 8-year old constantly bombarded with advertising images of fast food restaurants and quick-and-easy snacks I'm sure he would rather it taste like a Snickers bar fries or, at the very least, French fries.
Nonetheless, we all shared a good laugh and Shea stood his ground over our chuckling that fish sticks should taste anything like fish.
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