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.
i love the way our children adjust to where they're born.
ReplyDeleteman, that makes sense to me!
ReplyDeleteThat little Meredith is a hoot!! Looking forward to hanging out with you guys in a couple weeks!
ReplyDeleteToo cute!
ReplyDeleteSpoken by a true Memphian.
ReplyDeleteClassic. Aint no cure like some greasy pork and cole slaw!
ReplyDeleteSteve COMPLETELY understands. It will be his dream to solve all of Mary's illnesses with barbeque!
ReplyDeleteI feel like that all the time.
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