Since Besh is now 5, he and I have roughly the same maturity level when it comes to humor. So it was with great pleasure (for me, quite the opposite for Mommy) when I taught Besh what the expression “cut the cheese” meant.
Besh immediately took to the expression, and there was an explosion of cutting the cheese in our house. I mean using the expression, not the actual cutting of cheese.
However, Mommy correctly pointed out that this expression is likely not appropriate for public use by a five-year-old and so we spoke with Besh about not using it with his friends, at stores and restaurants, etc. He has been outstanding at following that rule.
But today, today was something special.
You see, Mommy had been cleaning out some of our pantry and fridge space and came across some snacks we had purchased for Isaac’s birthday a few weeks ago. Since they were still good, but we had so many, Mommy asked Besh’s teachers if they could use it for snack this week. The teachers said yes, so Mommy and Besh brought them into class today.
The snacks were cheesesticks. And snacks are usually cut up and divided among the students.
So, naturally, Besh approached one of his teachers and, with the biggest grin possible, asked if he could help her cut the cheese.
My work is almost done.