Mer: Mommy, I'm sick.
Mommy: What's wrong?
Mer: My stomach hurts and I have a fever.
Mommy: Hmmm...I think you're probably hungry. How 'bout a granola bar?
Mer: No. I'm sick.
Mommy: What about an apple?
Mer. No, mommy, I'm sick. I need some barbecue.
Silly me.
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i love the way our children adjust to where they're born.
man, that makes sense to me!
That little Meredith is a hoot!! Looking forward to hanging out with you guys in a couple weeks!
Too cute!
Spoken by a true Memphian.
Classic. Aint no cure like some greasy pork and cole slaw!
Steve COMPLETELY understands. It will be his dream to solve all of Mary's illnesses with barbeque!
I feel like that all the time.
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