Daddy, is beef jerky chicken?
No, honey. It's beef.
Oh, what does that T mean?
Sister: It's not a T silly, it's a cross.
PS- Hot dad. Buying hot pink sequenced fabric (for a dance uniform, perhaps?!).
And en route to Whole Foods, this gem:
Girl: I used to eat rocks, but not anymore.
The business meeting between three men:
There are a couple things we can do to raise the alcohol level.
And then the most metro of the group (and only one with sushi) whipped out his checkbook to write a $900 check to the seemingly slimy one of the trio...
It's the little things. :)
And since Brooke said bananas are quite possibly the worst fruit to eat, I snacked on a handful of yogurt pretzels from the bulk bin instead. Clearly my attempt to quit Whole Foods during the Lenten Season has been
Happy Monday! xo