Conversation overheard at our lunch table:

Me: Eat your food Caleb

The Kid: Hewwo said the cheese. Hewwo said the other cheese.

Me: My food is so good, you better eat yours so you won’t be starving by dinner.

The Kid: Can I join your party said the cheese. NO! said the other cheese.

…Then they built a little cheese bridge across the plate and lived happily ever after. In the trash can. Amber, Mom, see I’m being paid back for all of those years you spent at the table waiting on me to eat my broccoli.

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3 Responses to “payback is a bitch”

    Amber Snipes
    December 13th, 2007 1:57 pm

    What can I say . . . I knew I would be repaid somehow. I did spend 3/4′s of my childhood at your kitchen table!!!

    Rachel
    December 13th, 2007 5:47 pm

    Amber,

    But you know I love you for it ;)

    Michael Snipes
    December 14th, 2007 9:45 am

    Can I get some bay leaf over here?

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