Aussie Edam and the Center Parcs Republic

You have to love toddler logic.

Lunchtime, a wedge of Edam is removed from the fridge.

"New cheese," says The G. It is the most sensible thing said all mealtime.

There follows a general discussion about Edam and its origins.

Me: "Where does Edam come from?"

The B: "France?"

Me: "No."

The B: "Australia?"

Me: "No."

The B: "Germany?"

Me: "No."

The B: "America?"

Me: "No."

At this point, despite some fundamental gaps in his cheese-making knowledge, I am impressed with how many countries The B knows.

"I know countries," The B remarks, confidently, so I ask him whereabouts in the world we live.

"Center Parcs?" comes the unexpected answer, The B, in an instant, undoing all his earlier good work.

And so we return to the subject of Edam and, in particular, the red wax rind that has both The B and The G fascinated.

Me: "What else is made of wax?"

The B: "Ham?"

I put the cheese away, making instead a tuna sandwich. The B takes one look. "Is that made from chickpeas?" he asks. 

The discussion begins drying up at the point, although there is one further comment before The B starts on his lunch.
Looking at my sandwich in disdain, he remarks: "That smells."

I can't fault him there.
@homedad. 

SAHD: 20/7/2011