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Cheeseburger

Once, I was taking my neice to a fast-food restaurant and I was trying to figure out what kind of sandwich she would want, so I asked, "Do you like cheeseburgers?"

She said "yes."

Then I wanted to find out if there was something that she didn't like on it, like pickles or lettuce or something, so I asked "Is there anything that you don't like on a cheeseburger, like pickles, or something?"

She answered, "Well, I don't like that cooked brown thing."

I had to laugh. It still is quite funny to me.

I ended up getting a chicken sandwich for her.

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