Poison

Oma (Grandma) Reijnders is visiting us from Holland. Last night she took care of the kids while Nate and I went to the Temple. When we came home, she told us the following story.

At dinner, Oma put some raspberry Vinaigrette on her salad.

Ian: "That's poison." (Apparently it looked like our boysenberry 'poisonberry' pancake syrup)

Oma: "Like the apple in the book about Snow White? Well, then I'll be on the floor in a few moments. What are you going to do then?"

Ian: "I'll pour some alcohol on your head."

Oma: "Where are you going to get that?"

Ian: (Shrugs shoulders) "Well, I'll just put you in your bed."

Oma: "Can you handle me?"

Ian: (Thinks for a moment) "I'll wait for mom and dad to solve the problem."

I have no idea where he came up with the idea of pouring alcohol on his grandmother's head, but I'm glad he would let us 'solve the problem.'