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Six Sentence Story: Menu

It's time for another Six Sentence Story! Each week, Ivy of Uncharted gives a cue, and, more often than not, I can record a family memory based on the clue. (Sometimes I do write fictional pieces based on the cue, but not this week.)



Her first-born was turning two, and Mom, trying to plan the birthday dinner, decided to ask the little guy what he wanted to eat. 

"He'll probably request ba-sketti, or perhaps hot dogs, but letting the birthday child pick the meal should be a tradition in this family," she thought to herself.

"Hey, Jake, what should Mommy cook for dinner? What would you like to eat?"

Though she clearly heard his response, it still caught her off guard, and she wondered about the economic feasibility of adopting the "birthday child chooses the menu" tradition.

Still, a promise is a promise, and that night (after a quick trip to the grocery store) the little family feasted on salmon. 







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  1. I always picked my Grandmother's spaghetti - or "sketty." Or meatloaf. I love my mom's meatloaf.
    Lisa @ The Meaning of Me
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  2. I was expecting him to pick something more along those lines.

    Google is certainly acting up. I know that sometimes if I'm signed into one account, my photo won't display, even though it has in the past.

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  3. lol nice Six... and a smile-generating resolution to your story. I tried to think what food, no where near fish from the Pacific Northwest.

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  4. I love this memory! Does he still like salmon?

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  5. He has good taste! Let's hope it stayed so when he grew up.

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  6. No, that is not your typical culinary request from a 2 year old! :D
    Nice 6 :)

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    1. And it's not like we ate salmon often, either!

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  7. Jake made a great choice! Love your story.

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