Jack is an imagination extraordinaire. For Christmas, he wants overalls so he can pretend to be a farmer. He wants rain boots to complete his firefighter garb. If he is dressed up like a soldier he has to make sure it is accurate. "Mom, do army guys chew gum? Mom, do army guys wear white socks? Mom, do army guys listen to Christmas music?" Everyday he is something.
Today he is a chef. I asked him what his chef name is and he said, "Chef Sous Chef". Here is a sample of his menu verbatim.
"Well, we've got mayo, salami, chicken, roast beef with mayo on it and ketchup. People think it's so good. Pineapple with mayo with ketchup with roast beef. Chicken cheek, turkey with snow turkey. Alcohol with mayo. Alcohol with beer, um then, chicken feet, roast beef, we have a lot of roast beef. Chicken and a lot of mayo. Red pasta, black pasta, orange pasta. We don't have the yellow kind because that's gross. Salami pizza, pepperoni with olives with mushrooms with tomatoes.
For dessert, we have gravy, ice cream, milkshakes. Orange milkshakes, chocolate milkshakes, red strawberry, pineapple. Ice cream orders, pizza orders. Banana orders, pizza orders, salami orders. We do all those orders."
He has a great imagination, but we need to work on his menu. Gross.