Killer Sushi

We take grandma to a sushi restaurant for her birthday. Tessa reaches across and sticks her index finger in the wasabi. "Ewe! Poop!*"

"That's not poop. Try it."

Tessa stares at her finger and then carfully sniffs the green stuff, "No. It's poop!"

"No it's not. Go ahead and try it."

Grandma and I exchange knowing grins. Tessa carefully licks a little wasabi. A few seconds later she screams, "It's POISON!" as she tries to spit it onto her plate.

* Tessa's newborn sister poops wasabi looking stuff.