This evening, it's 31 degrees. This evening my children were asked to go bring in 3 pieces of wood each. They did said job and a conversation insued as Drew came into the kitchen where I am slaving away over dinner and 18 billion cookies for 4-H tonight.
Drew: "Mama, why do we have to get the wood?"
Mama: "Who do you think should get the wood?"
Drew: "You, because it's cold."
Mama: "Okay then, you go ahead and finish dinner, cook the rest of these 17 bazillion cookies, dish up dinner, do the dishes, sweep the kitchen, go in and start a load of laundry, fold the dry laundry, start a fire and then drive yourself and your sister to 4-H."
Drew: Silence
Mama: "That's what I thought!"
Later that same evening over dinner.
Drew: "I don't really like it."
Mama: "I'm sorry, eat!"
Drew: "What's the brown stuff?"
Mama: "Gravy."
Drew: "Oh gravy. Why is it brown?"
Mama: "Because the meat's brown."
Drew: "Oh." and commences eating.
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