We went to a sub shop for lunch today after church. With such a large family, at small fast-food joints like this one, Mark and I get to be on a "date," which means we get our own table and the kids get theirs. I therefore don't supervise them as closely. Halfway through the meal, I noticed the Princess was busily (and much too quickly) wolfing down her Doritos but had yet to touch her sandwich. I removed the bag of chips and said, "Audrey, you need to eat your sandwich now."
"But Mommy, my mouf is too wittle!" she protested.
"No it's not, you silly girl!" I smashed her sandwich a bit to make it thinner.
She looked at it skeptically. "YES, my mouf AM to wittle!"
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