Let me preface this by saying that the Brat Child is a picky eater. Very picky. He eats hot dogs, pancakes, chicken nuggets, french fries and grilled cheese. His vegetable of choice is ketchup (and peas straight from the garden.) And while he is forced (under much duress) to eat vegetables and fruits and yogurt, basically he is stuck in his ways and rarely tries something new. Actual sushi would be way outside the realm of possible foods he would allow in his personal space.
Brat Child (to Grandma): I had sushi from the gas station!
Grandma: Oh yeah? Sushi?
Brat Child: yeah I liked it. We should all go get some sushi from the gas station!
Me(to Grandma): He had a slushy, not sushi.
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