When we made our trip to The Devil's Playground last week, The Pony went hog wild buying himself some items which I do not keep on hand. He spent like a college student living off his parents' dime! The Pony has champagne tastes on a store-brand soda budget. Speaking of which, he also bought himself some wine. Which I generally decree to come out of his budget. Not off my debit card. But he DID do all the legwork with my shopping list, while I ran over to Casey's for some scratchers.
One of the things he bought himself was feta cheese. Said he adds it to stuff, and sometimes just eats a few crumbles as a snack. When he sat down with supper, he took the container to the living room coffee table with him.
"Here, Mom. Try some feta cheese. It's good!"
"I don't know. Let me smell it first. WHEW! No thanks! I don't want any. It smells like FEET!"
"Heh, heh. It IS FEETA cheese, you know!"
That Pony. When he's not being excessively droll with his dry sense of humor, he can be a laugh riot.