Category: picky

Those greens were unacceptable, so I buried them.  Bring me new noms, stat!

Mom gave me subpar noms again!?  Good thing I know where to find better noms:  Behind my hidey hut!

Excuse me, these are not the noms I rampaged for.

After my magnificent regal poses yesterday, I took a majestic not-bath and demanded better noms fit for a king like me!

These are NOT the noms I’m looking for!

I don’t want those noms.  Go get me new ones!

Collard greens?!  Mom, how many times do I have to tell you, I don’t like collard greens unless it’s winter!

Mom, it’s my birthday in two days!  Can’t we start shellebrating today with radicchio for breakfast?

Mom, why is my plate filled with tiny leaves?  They’re from the violets you planted for me?  But then where are the yummy violets???

MOM, I can’t believe you didn’t pack any frilly kale for me in your bag!  I refuse to look at you until you find some!  How dare—ooo, shello, sun!