Let’s hope she didn’t lick all the others before putting them back in the can.
When I was a kid, I would only eat the breadsticks out of the Gardettos. I grew up, and came to the conclusion that if I’m not going to eat the whole thing, I’m not going to eat any of it. (I eat it all now…) I’m grown up enough that I can take it or leave it. I’m beyond the point where I’m going to pick through something just because “I don’t like it.” Then don’t eat any of it.
But that’s just my take on it. I’m not saying she was acting like a child… just perhaps not as adult as she could have.
Eh, if she doesn’t like the other nuts, she doesn’t like the other nuts. No biggie. I can see where that’d be kind of annoying (especially if you had a predilection for cashews as well), but not particularly childish.
And trust me, I know childish. My sister and I are 13 months apart. I’m 33 and she’s 34. We had this “special fork” that was a different shape from all the other forks in mom’s silverware drawer. For some reason, it was always a competition to see who got to use it. Although we no longer live with mom, to this day, if we’re both there at the same time, my sister will dig through the drawer to find the special fork and, ensuring I am able to see her, pull it out of the silverware drawer, hold it up high, stick it in her mouth, roll it around for a minute, take it out and put it back, declaring it hers. Now that is childish. And more than a tad gross.
But just how many of the other things do you have to eat to make sure it’s not a waste?
I don’t eat more so that I don’t waste. I’m just more careful about what I chose to eat. I’m not going to take a helping of something just to pick through it and only eat half. I just won’t take any to begin with.
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To me, this is childish.