Today I was stirring together a marinade to put some London broil in, and Dylan goes, "What do I smell?" (That is classic Dylan. He is always, always asking me what he smells.)
I said, "You probably smell this marinade."
He goes, "What are we having for dinner?"
"Teriyaki."
(A pause.) "Mom, I'm allergic to teriyaki. I won't be able to eat tonight."
Uh-huh.
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I'll eat his!
One night I was making dinner. Jakob said, "Mom, what are you doing?" "I'm making dinner." "Is it yummy dinner or yucky dinner?" Gotta love it.
At least he wasn't trying to be mean. Kaitlyn always tells me that the food is "yucky", thanks honey. She has also taken to praying that the food will be yummy, aparently I need the Lord's help when it comes to cooking!
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