My kids love to tell each other that. I'm afraid it might just be a local thing, knowing our town the way I do. At any rate, today I had my nephew during lunch. He is not picky unlike some I know so I offered him some pineapple with his Spaghetti Os. Here is the conversation that followed.
Rayden: Allie, it's pineapple. It tastes good.
Allie: No, I don't like it.
Rayden: I do.
Allie: It tastes like casserole.
Guess what we had the night before for supper. You got it - casserole. I know a slam on my cooking when I hear one. Yep, my bacon got burnt.
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