If you are one of the few people who has read my blog, you'll remember how creative my kids can get with the insults. Hey, how many of you have been called "an artichoke?" That lovely was uttered by my son in a fit of pique. Now, his sister has anted up. The other day, the two were (gasp! shock!) bickering and, voila, she shrieked at my son, "You're an ice cube!" Fits of giggles ensued, of course.
Ah, there's a whole world of ingestible insults out there, just waiting to be used. The possibilities are practically limitless. I can't wait for round three.