a taste-test

I spot a dead, dried-up, squished snake in the road yesterday.
I excitedly call the boys over, knowing they'll love it.
They did.
We talk about what happened to it.
Where are it's parent's? Was it poisonous? Boy or Girl? That sorta thing.
I explain that this could be their similar fates if they don't start looking for cars when crossing the street!!
I go back to visiting with our neighbor and ask the boys to please not touch the dead, dried-up, squished snake ... or ELSE!
They laugh.
My kids so don't take me seriously.
I turn my head and before I've resumed the conversation Jaxon yells,
"Mom! Oh! My! Gosh! The dead snake tastes just like COW!"
Yes. Yes, he did.
Oh! My! Gosh! is right!
Eeeeeeeeewwwwwwww!!

My little taste-tester son didn't have to beg too hard or long to get me to help him make cookies tonight.
He's happily eating his portioned dough from his spoon when he says to me,
Mom! Oh! My! Gosh! This cookie dough tastes just like ... like ... like YOU!"
I laugh.
"Oh really. I taste like cookie dough. How do you know?"
"Well let me see."
He licks my arm.
Great.
"Yep. You taste just like cookie dough, Mom."

I'm really not that surprised.