“Yaya, this tastes weird.”
Shoot, I gave that cheesy bean burrito my best shot, apparently unappreciated by the 6-year-old. Picture a male version of Shirley Temple with dirty baseball cleats instead of tap shoes and you get the idea.
Well, it’s not the first time I’ve had to settle for a “weird” rating from Mr. Super Mario connoisseur, so I went to Plan B and laid out a peanut butter sandwich. Such talent. Hold your applause.
This one’s the youngest of the three stooges, also know...