Black and gross

My daughter told me that she was asked to try “gross food” at school today.

“Gross food, Daddy. Black food. Black, gross food. Black and gross.”

I was admittedly concerned at first, unable to conjure the image of what might constitute a black and gross food.

After some questioning, it turns out that she was served olives.

I agree with her opinion wholeheartedly.

It also places her in good standing after my son’s recent traitorous stand on peas.