Lime Juice!


At Galle Face Hotel, they greeted us with fresh sweetened lime juice and pieces of milk toffee. Kavi turned hers down, even though I told her I thought she’d like it. A little later, as we were walking towards breakfast, the following:

Me: Sweetie, I want you to at least taste things here. Little sip, little bite; I’ll only give you things I think you’ll like. Okay?

Kavi, somewhat begrudgingly, as she is very food suspicious: Okay.

Me: Okay, so try this lime juice. [holds out what remains of my glass]

Kavi: [tries it suspiciously] It’s okay, I guess. I don’t like it, but I don’t really dislike it.

Me: Try it a few more times while we’re here; I really think you’ll get to like it.

[a little later]

Kavi: I’m thirsty, so I guess I’ll have some more. [drinks more] It’s not so bad.

Me: [triumphantly] See! I said you’d like it! Here, let me stir in a little more sugar.

Kavi, as she finishes off the glass: Actually, I’ve liked it for a while. I just didn’t want to admit you were right.


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