Tonight I made spaghetti for dinner, and if this isn't proof of my cooking excellence, I don't know what is...
I put some french bread in the oven to heat up and Hyatt said "I want some bread!" Then immediately Talea responded with " You can't eat it yet because it has to be burned in the oven."
She knows me all too well. I'm definitely my mother's child. (FYI, I didn't burn it tonight.)
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