Bat’s Blood Soup

Reheating some black bean soup.The youngest walks in.

Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Is that Bat’s Blood soup?”

(no clue where this came from)

Me: “No. Why? Do you want me to make Bat’s Blood soup?”

Girl: “No! Gross! But if you make some, I need to know.”

Me: “I understand.”

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