I'd rather lick my own A***! (You fill in the blank... all my hail Mary's have been used up for this week)

My son said to me this morning mum there’s something wrong with the yoghurt. I said like what?

He said erm, I'm not sure. He said it tastes, erm, mmmmm... cheap!

He then asked me “was it cheap”? I said “yes, it’s an inexpensive brand”. He said “oh, I thought so. Well I’m not eating any more – I’d rather lick my own... [I gave him the ‘mama don’t play’ stare and he stopped talking].

Well between you and me, those yoghurts are staying in the fridge until someone develops an inexpensive palette because I'm not throwing all the yoghurts in the refrigerator away simply because a boy who was born the day before yesterday says they're “cheap”.

That child must think he's the adopted child of Oprah and Steadman who probably buy yoghurt which costs more than ten dollars for a pack of four! He’s a typical Leo, they all think they're frigging rich & regal!

I’m making a stand. The yoghurt can stay there for another six months... or until someone’s stomach’s rumbling to the tune of Malnutrition. Or better still, until someone develops a ‘diverse’ palette. But I'll be damned if I'm throwing them away.