The saga of cheese

Xander and Ari don't like string cheese.  I don't know why.  However, they love cut-up cheddar, so I give it to them in their lunches sometimes.  Last Friday, for a change, I gave them cut-up mozzarella, the exact same mozzarella that they had had for dinner the night before, in their English muffin pizzas.

This is the conversation on the way home from school.  Jonathan was driving, I was in the passenger seat, and all three boys were behind us.

Xander:  "Mommy, did you make our lunches today?" 

Me, dubiously:  "Yes, why?"

Xander: "I didn't like the cheese.  It had black bits on it."

Jonathan: <chuckles, knowing full well the cheese was pristine and feeling sorry for me>

Me: "Well... did you try it?"

Xander: "Yes, but I didn't like it."

Me: "Okaaay."  <I decide to try the other boy, ever-hopeful>

Me: "Ari, did YOU eat your cheese?"

Ari: "No."

Me: "Why not?"

Ari: "I didn't like it."

Me:  "I see.  Um.. did you try it?"

Ari: "No."

Me, getting exasperated: "Why not?"

Ari, looking like this is the most obvious answer in the world: "Is [dis]gusting!"

Jonathan and I looked at each other and cracked up.  Who can argue with such logic?