Momnesia

Um, Spoiled Much?

"Sweetheart, it's almost time to eat dinner," I said, as Scott was grilling asparagus and reheating leftover pork chops from Saturday.

"No dank you," she said, shaking her curls.

"Oh, come on," I teased her. "I know you're hungry. Daddy said you played like crazy all day long. There must be something you want."

"Wull..." she pondered. "I might lite some steak..."

Psh! Wouldn't we all!