A Fondue Enjoyable Dude

I work within the restaurant of a flowery lodge. Most evenings, now we have the same old buffet, however we even have ‘special’ objects that come out as soon as per week to attempt to entice the visitors to dine contained in the lodge. Today is fondue night time (cheese for the savoury, and chocolate for the candy).

I hate fondue night time, the machines are b****es to wash, and conserving on high of hygiene necessities is a nightmare. All it takes is one grubby little child to stay their finger within the fountain, and now we have to dump all the batch, clear it, and begin yet again.

This is why I’ve greater than slightly trepidation when a household is eating with us and so they have three younger boys with them. The youngest is staring on the cheese fondue with large eyes, and I admit he appears slightly lovely (I’m not a TOTAL monster).

Kid: “What’s… that!”

Me: “That’s cheese fondue.”

Kid: “What’s fondue?”

Me: “It’s melted cheese. You take these forks, and you put stuff under it so that you cover it with cheese.”

Kid: *To his mother.* “Mom, can I try?”

Mother: *To me.* “Can he?”

Me: “Yes, with adult supervision. Only these items here can be placed in the fondue, and strictly only with the forks provided.”

Kid: *Looking on the objects.* “Oh, I was thinking… never mind.”

Mother: “What did you want to put in the fondue, [Kid’s Name]?”

Kid: “Cheese!”

Mother: *Laughs.* “But it’s already cheese!”

Kid: “Yeah, but… more cheese!”

Both the mother and I chuckle.

Mother: “Let’s stick with the bread and peppers for now, [Kid’s Name].”

Kid: “But, Mom… more cheese!”

The child didn’t put cheese into the cheese fondue, however I did find yourself taking a cup and pouring it over the strong cheese on his plate at his desk. As I did so, all I may hear was the child, nonetheless wide-eyed and unblinking, not wanting away from his plate, whispering to himself.

Kid: “More cheese…”