"It's Fine"

"It's fine!" This is what my mom says when you bring to her attention that something in her kitchen is expired.

Me: "This salad dressing expired in July 06.

Mom: "It's fine"

Me: "Ewww, this cheese is completely moldy."

Mom: "It's fine!"

Me: "I think this soda is flat. Oh, look at that, it expired in 2004"

Mom: "It's fine!"

Meanwhile, she won't eat/drink any of the expired stuff, she'll just let someone else eat/drink it.

The scariest part of all? I find myself saying "it's fine" to my sisters kids all the time. Isn't it weird how we turn into our parents?