I was getting ready to walk out the door and head for the grocery store the other night. I asked my Hero and my daughter if they wanted anything and they put in their orders. I then asked my grandson what he wanted.
In his cute 4-year-old way, he places his index finger on his cheek and says, "Think, think, think. Ok, I know… just bring me some sugar."
At least he's honest.
(I bought him some corndogs. Probably not much healthier, but it did assuage my guilt.)
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