A conversation heard in my house this morning:
(Background: my mom had sent Anna Marie some leftover pancakes and sausage from the auction, and she was eating them this morning while I was getting ready for work.)
"Mom, some of my syrup got on my sausage!"
(cue nervous mom, thinking this is not going to end well)
"It did?"
"Yes, and it was gooooood."
Oh, to be seven again, and discovering life's simple pleasures!
1 comment:
Mmmm, sausage.
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