Another little funny, just uttered as I use a cook's tool, in the kitchen, in the service of our family's evening meal. (But I know what Miles means. And he's right about which parent has the real culinary talent...)
Mom: "What did you do at school today?"
Son: "Played with kids."
Mom: "Which kids?"
Son: "Bronwyn. I played with Bronwyn. Sometimes we play house, and sometimes we play cook."
Mom: "You do what?"
Son: "We pretend like we are cooks... with food. You know, cooks -- like Daddy!"
Just a girl, asking for grace, to survive her happily-ever-after.
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