Austin, while making dinner: Will you get me the
little grainy things down out of the cupboard?
Me: Quinoa?
Austin: Yeah. I couldn’t remember what it was called. I keep wanting to call it couscous, but I know that’s not right. So I don’t want to call it that.
Me: Little grainy things is much better.
Austin: I’m glad you agree.
Me: Quinoa?
Austin: Yeah. I couldn’t remember what it was called. I keep wanting to call it couscous, but I know that’s not right. So I don’t want to call it that.
Me: Little grainy things is much better.
Austin: I’m glad you agree.
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