Tom brought home that nasty English mustard he got from Ireland. I couldn't taste it because just the smell made me queasy. It was like kerosene. But Katie tasted it and made a nasty face after just a little dab. But later, she wanted some on a spoon. That time, I was ready with the camera. She had like shock waves of icky over and over. It was so funny. Here are the pictures.
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