Thursday, October 2, 2008

WITH MUSTARD PLEASE




Earlier today I was wrestling with her and tickling her stomach and gently biting her, "Arghh...I want a Pixie bite!"

She screamed and giggled and tried to get away and then out of desperation she used logic:

"Mom! Aggh, ha ha ha, don't eat me. I am NOT A HOTDOG!"

Well then, that explains the taste.