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.