A little story from tonight at the dinner table. As we were eating, a fly kept flying overhead. Eventually, it landed on the window behind our youngest who is 5. For those who know her, you know that it doesn't take much to distract her from eating. So, she turned around, concerned about where the fly was because she doesn't really like bugs either. We asked her to turn around and eat to which she replied (using one of her favorite phrases and with her poorly articulated /r/ sound), "What??? That fly is freaking (fweakin) me out!!!"
And, earlier when asked if she was ready to eat lunch, she answered, "Yes. Might as well get it over with." It's no wonder that most of our memories center around food!
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