Cheese

The other day Sam wanted a quesadilla sandwich for lunch.  I wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but asked him to help me get the stuff out.  He reached into the cheese drawer in the fridge to get the cheese out and came out with a block of cheddar.

"Well, it looks like we're going to have to use Canadian cheese, the other kind is all gone."

I guess I better remember to add American cheese to the grocery list...