Simmy went for a bike ride, to exercise and to buy the cat some food.
When she got back, she admired the clean shelves and asked, "Do you want to have dinner in here?"
"Do you want to?" Sam asked.
"Oh yes! That would be fun! Which soup do you want ... chicken noodle or minestrone?"
"You mean vegetable?" Sam asked, taunting her a little.
Two days ago, Simmy had told Sam, "Mark the soup that you're putting aside for the old folks Vegetable instead of Minestone.
"Why?" Sam had asked.
"Because my Mom eats Vegetable soup but I'm not sure she eats Minestrone."
Sam had laughed as he had held the ladle above the soup pot, "It's the same soup! Isn't that being a bit sneaky?"
"I'm not cooking something she may turn her nose up at. Cooking is hard work. I don't want it to go to waste and I think she likes vegetable soup."
Sam had peeled the little note that said Minestrone off the top of the container and replaced it with the right moniker, Vegetable Soup.
"Isn't this a bit weak?" He mocked Simmy.
"Weak measurement may prove crucial in studying all sorts of new phenomenon. You know how she doesn't like change. You watch what Mom has to say when we bring her the soup."
"When we were shopping for new dish cloths she said she wanted the modern ones," Sam parlayed.
"Yes! She loves to think of herself as modern so I'm using this little modern technique knowing how absolutely traditional she really is."
"I still say it's sneaky!" Sam ribbed.
"Well, you weren't the one who helped her pick out the very same dish cloths twice."
"What do you mean?"
"Two months ago we went to find dish cloths and I asked if she wanted the modern ones or the old fashioned ones... modern being micro fibre and old fashioned being cotton. 'Oh, I want the modern ones. I like modern, she says.'"
"And?" Sam asked.
"This month, we were back at the same store buying the same dish cloths because she said she didn't like the ones she bought last time."
"Oh, oh! Are we going to have to go next month again?"
"Cookie?"
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