“Crumpets, the name is unappealing and they don’t look like they’ll be any good either.” That was Sean’s statement to me this morning when I told him that we were all out of English muffins but were up to the eyeballs in crumpets. “Try one.” I said, he rolled his eyes and explained to me in very determined tones that he would never try a crumpet and then he said the above statement as an explanation as to why he’ll never eat one.
My response was that I’ll make two crumpets, one for me and one for him to try. If he didn’t like his crumpet, I’d eat it for him and after much complaining and his repeated statements of “what I really want is an English muffin with peanut butter on it.” and my answer of “well we don’t have English muffins so either try a crumpet or shut up.” he finally agreed to try one.
He must have enjoyed the crumpet because I blinked and his plate was empty and he was saying how he might like to have another.