Out of the Mouth of Babes

Today in a moment of weakness, I picked up some Christmas cookies at the local grocery.  You know, the shortbread cutouts with the red and green sprinkles that come in a bag.  I have such discriminating tastes.

I brought them out when we got home and shared a few with C, who took one and immediately started picking off all the green sprinkles.

When I inquired, she replied, “I’m trying to get all these broccolis off here.”

Clearly I need to buy cookies with sprinkles more often.