A Happy Little Vegemite

Katherine truly is a Vegemite kid! None of this fancy new stuff with cheese and butter for her - she loves the full-strength, high-octane version straight from the jar. On a knife. A combination that makes me shudder. Now, don't get me wrong - I love Vegemite too, just not that much, and not without a nice piece of bread or some crackers. And definitely not off the knife!

And just how does a three-year old discover this "pleasure"?

Daddy.

The same person who first gave her the peanut butter jar and a spoon to keep her quiet while got her lunch ready. Daddy, who also likes his vegemite thick. Daddy, who likes Vegemite and peanut paste sandwiches; that is, both in the same sandwich. And yes, Katherine likes them too.

Making lunch together on Saturdays is becoming a bit of a ritual. A typical conversation goes:
Daddy: “Do you want a vegemite sandwich?”
Katherine: “No, don’t want ‘Begemite’!”
Daddy: “Do you want salami and olives?”
Katherine: “No, don’t want salami and ‘olibs’!”
Daddy: “Well, what do you want?”
Katherine: “I want cheese and salami and ‘olibs’ and ‘Begemite’ on a 'samich'!”
Daddy: Silent glare
Katherine: “Please.”