I found something way grosser than putting a pen in your mouth to find that it tastes like potato chips. I just poured myself a glass of water from our Britta pitcher, and it tasted funny. I couldn’t quite place it. I looked in the cup, and there were black floaties. I looked in the pitcher, more floaties. I asked who put dirt in the water. Nobody fessed up. I took the pitcher to the sink, poured out the water, and noted that the floaties weren’t floating, they were stuck to the bottom. I then realized where I knew that smell from. The aquarium I had as a teenager.
Algae? I think there was algae growing in my pitcher, which had been left out overnight. Ugh. I swear, I’ve cleaned the thing, but obviously not in the last couple of weeks. Ugh. I went and got the most acidic thing I could find, which was a can of root-beer. Ugh. Algae with a root-beer chaser. UGH!
After I was finished being grossed out, Zeeb asked for some salt on his mashed potatoes and gravy. This conversation ensued:
Z: Mom, if you eat playdoh, it tastes like salt.
Me: Who eats playdoh?
Z: The playdoh-eating-man eats playdoh. Star-man and Live-guy.
Me: Why does he eat playdoh?
Z: Cause he likes playdoh to eat.
C: He doesn’t eat salt chips cause he only eats salt and playdoh.