Overheard at the dinner table:
T-Mommy: May I be excused?
TD1: Ummmm, I still see food.
T-Mommy: I’m gonna save it for later.
TD1: Oh ok, you can be excused.
T-Mommy: I ate all my vegetables.
TD1: But why you didn’t eat all this? *holds up macaroni*
T-Mommy: I did, and I’ll eat the rest later.
TD1: But it’s gon get old.
T-Mommy: Daddy will put it in the refrigerator.
TD1: It’s still gon get old in the frigerator.
T-Mommy: He’ll cover it up.
TD1: It’s still gon get old. You gotta cover it with frosting!