I wasn't going to write anything this post. BUT something happened today.Grocery store checkout line.
Nice lady with gray hair, a tiny bit scraggly and unkept, just a tiny bit.
Naomi: "MOM, is dat a WITCH?"
Me: What? Look! Where is the bread? Naomi look at Cache, do you like ponies?(desperate to distract her.)
Nay: MOM!!! is DAT a witch? (over and over and pointing)
Me:*panic* (IN a Loud voice so the checker could hear) OH, a sandWHICH? Yes YOU want a sandwhich. Yup we are going to make a sandwhich with that bread you're pointing at.
Nay: (scowling)-"Dats not what I talkin bout."
Me: shhhsh. Be quiet.
Split into 3 pieces.