Cheese

Rob loves cheese.  He enjoys sampling various types of cheese and sometimes buys some based on their name, without knowing much ahead of time.  So a few days ago, he bought a little ball of Paesanella cheese (never heard of it).  It looked nice and tame.  Today he finally opened it up after I kept nagging him to try it.  I personally don't experiment with cheese.  When we were in France several years ago, I would even insist on crossing the street when we'd pass a fromagerie just because I couldn't deal with the smell.

Anyway, Rob opened the cheese.  I instantly checked August's bottom because it smelled like he needed to be changed.  Rob (from the other room) asked if I had put a poopy diaper in the kitchen trashcan today.  Nope, both were clean.  Then Rob tried the cheese.  I sincerely wish I would have had the camera handy so I could post his face!  Apparently it was the nastiest thing he's ever tasted.  It has now become Rob's moral crusade to warn people about the evils of Paesanella cheese.  He calls it the "devil cheese".

What's the moral to the story?  Don't eat something that smells like your baby's diaper?  Don't try weird cheese?  I'll leave that up to you....