How NOT to keep your brother from being squeamish about certain foods...

Bubby: "Mama, I'm not going to drink any more kombucha, because of the mother."

(mother, meaning the bits of SCOBY that form while the liquid sits.)

Precious: "Well. I love to drink mother with my kombucha. I'll drink down a glob this big without even thinking!"

Bubby: "Ewwwww."

Precious: "Mama, I want you to pour me some kombucha and let it sit out just so I can drink some mother in it!"

Bubby: leaves the room, probably gagging inwardly

And that, my friends, is what we call overkill.

Comments

Isaac'swife said…
HAHAHAAHA tooo goood. that is my little girl as well, though she is two. me however strains komnbucha at least twice.