Silent Scream

Today is Fast Sunday and tradition in our house is to have homemade beans and tortillas for Fast Sunday dinner. Alan also makes fresh salsa that is nice and spicy just like mom and dad like - but the kids don't of course. Too hot!

Well, Katherine saw us dishing up our plates and putting some of that nice green, fragrant salsa on our beans and wanted some for herself. Mom tried to tell her she wouldn't like it and that it would be too spicy. She wouldn't hear it though and insisted, pointing and grunting and ready to put up a fight.

So, mom put a teensy-eensy dab on her plate for her to try. I thought she was going to yell at me for not giving her more but she looked at it, picked up her spoon and tasted it.

The look on her face as soon as it hit her tongue was priceless! I wish that I'd had a camera.

Her eyes popped wide,

She gave a big shudder,

And her mouth opened wide for a scream.

But she didn't scream. She definitely looked like she thought about it but I think she was too surprised to scream. Or cry. Or something. But she just stood there stunned. And her parents were cracking up. We did offer her fresh tortilla to chew on.

Alan said it was what they call the "silent scream".

A minute later she was fine, recovered and eating her dinner well and mom wiped the rest of the salsa off her plate. But that was priceless! I don't think she'll be asking for salsa again for a while.