Asher has been going through a rhyming phase.  He asks questions like “Does ‘fish’ rhyme with ‘mish’?”  Well, last night we were able to eat dinner on our deck because it wasn’t 112 degrees outside.  All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small projectile fly off the deck.  I was curious as to what it was until Asher cheerfully said, “Later, ‘tater!”  We had potato salad for dinner last night.  Glad that he can rhyme; not so glad that he’s become a picky eater!