Mushrooms.

I love mushrooms. I mean, I really love them. So, I eat them often. Last night as Turner and I ate dinner I offered him a mushroom. He looked at me in such a serious way, and then he put his fork down. His elbow hit the table as he turned face to the ceiling in exasperation, "Mom. You must stop eating mushrooms."

I laughed. I was so surprised by this outpour of emotion.

"Why is that?"

"Because," he picks his fork back up and then squints his eyes as though he is 'winking', "because of that Mom."

"Because of what?"

"Because it will make your eyes," he makes the motion with his eyes again, "all squinty. My friend Alexis ate mushrooms once, and it did that to her eyes." Alexis is a girl at Turner's school.

"And she is certain that mushrooms made her eyes squinty?"

"Oh no. She doesn't even know it."

"So mushrooms made her eyes squinty, but no one else can see it but you?"

He thinks for a minute. "And Hassana. He sees it too sometimes."

"Does Hassana eat mushrooms?"

"Mom. I just don't want to eat any of those. Okay?"

"Okay. That's all you gotta say."

"Yeah. I know."