Well my mom taught Ian (my four year old brother) how to make salad. With the salad spinner, and dressing, all that jazz. So he made us all lunch today, and it was, Guess what? Salad. Then I come home from hanging around town like the B.A. teenager I'm not, and hop on the computer. I walk back into the kitchen, and see a bunch of salad. By a bunch I mean nine bowls. All sitting there, with different dressings and the likes. So now m house has a surplus of salad, that would usually go to my rabbit, but as there is Italian dressing on it, she can't eat it. And the lettuce was be and was left out from lunch, so it is inedible for humans. So if you want some wilted salad made by a four year old, come by my house. It'll be a party.
You know what? If you comment I'll give you a wilted Ian Salad.
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