Snack Time

Last night Jordan and I were having an Alias marathon.  I'd been trying to get him to watch it with me for a substantial amount of time, and finally I just stuck it in the DVD player and drowned out his protests with pleasant thoughts and a louder TV volume.

Anyway, Jordan got up to get a snack and I asked him to bring me back an orange.  He came back sans orange and sat down.

Bre: You didn't bring me a snack?

Jordan: Oh, what did you want?

Bre: Orangeya glad I didn't say root beer float?  'Cause that's what I really wanted.  But I'll settle for an orange.

I got up to get it myself . . .

Jordan: Can you get me an orange too?

Bre: Do you want me to cut it in half?

Jordan: No, I want it in pieces.

Bre: Well, I'm not going to peel it for you, but I can cut it in half, or bring you a whole orange and let you peel it.

Jordan: Cut it in half?  How would I eat it if it's cut in half?

Bre: I squeeze out the juice and eat the meat.

Jordan: Squeeze out the juice and eat the meat?!  Ha!  I'm going to put that on my blog.  I'm going to create a blog, just to put that on there!

Touché, Jordan, touché.

Honestly though, I'm not entirely sure what it was he thought was so preposterous about that statement.  Whether he thought the method or orange-eating was dumb, the use of the word "meat" to describe the orange, or that he thought it was just an innuendo.