I was telling Josh what I was going to make for dinner on Sunday, sweet pork burritos. Boone was half listening and when I got to the part about shredding the pork roast and wrapping it in a tortilla, Boone's face crumpled. He said "Are you just joking?" When I told him no with a puzzled expression he said "You mean you're serious?" I said "Um, Yeah" and he broke into tears.
I was irritated at first because I was thinking, seriously, how bad is shredded pork roast for pork burritos?
Apparently Josh was thinking the same thing because he said "Boone stop, there is no reason to freak out"
Boone blubbered "But I don't want her to shred me up for a burrito?"
We said "What??"
"I don't want to be cut up and shredded up and be a burrito!"
I have no idea where he got that, but it took some convincing to make him understand that I did not plan to make Boone burritos. Wow! Poor little guy...no nap, super emotional, and a mom that wants to eat him for Sunday Dinner!
