We were having dinner guests last night and I was finishing up the preparations for our smothered burritos. Marshall saw the beans and said, "What are those?"
"Beans." I replied.
"I don't want that. I only want what I like." (Surely he knows by now that this is NOT how we function in our house.)
"You will be thankful for what Mama gives you."
"I will be thankful for the cheese, lettuce and the white stuff [sour cream]...uh...wh...wh...whipped cream, Mama?"
By the way, he did eat everything that was given to him and had seconds. Too cute.
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