I was sitting at a table in an Indian restaurant with a dear friend. Before the server approached our table, we were already talking about how pleasantly fragrant the place was.
While ordering my curry, I added, “Mild, please.”
The server replied, “Mild? Or Baby Mild?”
“Did you say ‘Baby’? Oh, yeah, probably Baby. When it comes to spice, I’m a Baby.”
We laughed. But I must have seemed a little unsure.
So she added, “We could make it between Baby and Regular Mild.”
That’s when my friend said, “Toddler Mild,” and we all laughed again.
Yes, Toddler Mild. By the way, it was the perfect spice level. I enjoyed every bite.
—Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 