Last night, chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese were on the menu. I know, it's lame, especially when the temperatures are still in the 80s. We only had 30 minutes between arrival from school/errands and departure to Madelyn's dance class. And it's easy. And I should stop making excuses.
So, we're sitting at the table and we have a conversation that goes something like this:
Seth: I want boy cheese.
Mom: (looking puzzled) What?
Catherine: You know, since we have girl cheese, he wants boy cheese.
Mom: You mean gr-r-rilled cheese.
Chloe: But you always say girl cheese.
Dad: (speaking slowly with superior enunciation) It's grilled cheese.
End scene with Mom and Dad chuckling and the kids silently starring into space contemplating this new truth.
If that tickles your funny bone, remind me sometime to tell you Chloe's version of a song from Mary Poppins.
1 comment:
Hilarious!
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