I was cooking dinner tonight for my in-laws and next door neighbors (homemade spaghetti sauce, brushetta, and salad, followed by bananas foster made by the husband…I know you people, I know how you think and I know you wouldn’t be able to concentrate reading the rest of this if you didn’t KNOW what we had for dinner. SO, now that we got that out of the way…)
Anyway, I was cooking and snacking on a piece of garlic bread out of the oven and Emma was standing in a chair “helping” me. When she noticed I was eating something she said, “What you eatin‘ Momma? You eatin‘ you boogers, huh?”
That's awesome! She's got your number…