of wontons and vaginas
Last evening, after I came back from work I helped my aunty prepare dinner while my children danced along to Hi-5 on DVD. She gave me the task of preparing pork wontons. So I put spoonfuls of pork into the wonton squares and started folding them.
My 4 year old came over, took a look at my lovely handiwork and said “Ew, what’s that? They look like vaginas, baby vagina like Marie’s and we can’t eat vaginas.”
I am in an absolute state of shock. I’m just glad my husband gets home later than me or he’d disagree and squabble over the fact that vaginas can or cannot be eaten - and he’s not referring to the wontons.
But now, looking at a picture of the wonton in Andrea’s hand, it does look like a vagina doesn’t it?
My 4 year old came over, took a look at my lovely handiwork and said “Ew, what’s that? They look like vaginas, baby vagina like Marie’s and we can’t eat vaginas.”
I am in an absolute state of shock. I’m just glad my husband gets home later than me or he’d disagree and squabble over the fact that vaginas can or cannot be eaten - and he’s not referring to the wontons.
But now, looking at a picture of the wonton in Andrea’s hand, it does look like a vagina doesn’t it?