The responses to my last blog entry reminded me of this little exchange from last year, it stays with me:
I'm making dinner one lovely evening: my famous BBQ chicken breasts, among other things.
My then 6 yr old, who had just become quite the little reader, walks in to see what I'm making and happens to look at the bag of chicken breasts. She looks sad.
Me: What's with you?
Rosie: (all morose and dejected) now the poor chicken babies have to drink FORMULA.
That right there? Will NEVER cease to be funny
I'm making dinner one lovely evening: my famous BBQ chicken breasts, among other things.
My then 6 yr old, who had just become quite the little reader, walks in to see what I'm making and happens to look at the bag of chicken breasts. She looks sad.
Me: What's with you?
Rosie: (all morose and dejected) now the poor chicken babies have to drink FORMULA.
That right there? Will NEVER cease to be funny
