Sorehodo miryoku ha nai ne.
The Pumpkin Daddy and I were discussing what to do for dinner. The Pumpkin Daddy asked the Pumpkin Princess what she would like to eat, and she said "I want sushi!" I wasn't about to take a still infectious Pumpkin Princess to a public place, so the Pumpkin Daddy and I decided we would get takeout at our favorite conveyer belt sushi place. I called the Pumpkin Granny to see if Granny and Grandpa would be interested in joining us. The Granny said "why, thank you! You remembered!"
That's right, this Pumpkin Mommy had forgotten her own mother's birthday.
However, this Pumpkin Mommy knows how to fake it. "With the Pumpkin Princess's chicken pox, I can't go shopping to cook for you, or take you out for dinner, so I figured maybe takeout sushi?"
"Thank you so much! You know, Dad and I were talking about going out to eat tonight, but Dad said that you guys might call, so we didn't make any definite plans."
What she doesn't know can't hurt her, right? Or should I confess?
Anyway. We got takeout sushi, and the usual kid's box for the Pumpkin Princess. I opened the kid's box to take out the ikura like I always do, because she'll eat that and then eat nothing else if I don't. Ikura seems to have a jewel like quality to her, and to a certain extent, I can relate. The red color, the saltiness, the texture...
There was no ikura. Just this.
It's corn with mayo.
The Pumpkin Daddy called the sushi place to see if there had been some mistake. He was on the phone for much longer than I expected. "I was hoping for an apology and maybe a few cupons mailed to us later on. They're going to come deliver us the ikura."
So we were thinking they would not bring just a single ikura, maybe two, possibly five. We were wrong. They came with this.
That's 14. When there are this many, ikura doesn't seem nearly as attractive.
I think there is a point where good service ends and sarcasm begins. I think 14 ikura crosses that point.