I'm not sure where this quote falls out.
We had just picked up Chinese food from Egg Roll Express. Now before you roll your eyes, let me tell you, this place is solid, and they nail all the Chinese-food basics that every American family needs. Chow mein, cashew chicken, egg drop soup, bing, bing bing. All solid.
So when we asked Peapod and The Edge, who had had Egg Roll Express many times before and gobbled it up like frat boys, "Who wants noodles?" (which was the vegetable chow mein), we expected an enthusiastic response.
We got it from Peapod, who jumped out of her chair and thrust her hand in the air.
From The Edge, however, we got something much more rude, yet somehow more priceless and indelible.
We got a catch-phrase.
"Blah. No way! Mee!"
Blah.
No way.
Me.
What that could possibly mean, coming from a 22 month old human being is mind boggling. It's almost deep, I think.
All I know, is that we will be quoting those three words, in that order for years to come.
Then someday, when he decides he wants to marry some lucky fool, and asks if he can bring them home so we can meet this person, I will look up from my book, peer over my reading glasses and calmly reply:
"Blah. No way. Me!"
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