Genevieve: Mama, I need to tell you something.
Me: What's up?
Genevieve: Something naughty and delicious happened.
Me: What are you talking about?
Genevieve: While you were putting Marguerite down for her nap I scooted the stool over to the frig, opened the door, snagged the can of olives, and drank all of the olive juice.
Me: Ugh! That's disgusting!
Genevieve: No. Not disgusting. Naughty and delicious.
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