Ben is such a cute dad. He was making pancakes for us a couple of weekends ago, and he took requests for shapes. Well, he didn't ask me. He just made them silver-dollar sized, which he knows I love. But anyways, he asked Dylan and Sadie what shapes they wanted, and Dylan requested a Mickey Mouse head, and Sadie requested a puppy. Soon, he had their steaming and cute pancakes in front of them, with butter and syrup, ready to be eaten. Dylan dug in, but Sadie just sat there, her chin quivering.
Ben: Sadie, why aren't you eating your puppy?
Sadie: [Bursting into howls] I hate to eat my puppy!!!
I just love how she said that, like we routinely ask her to eat a cute, fluffy puppy every day or something. "I hate to brush my teeth!" An everyday occurrence, brushing teeth. "I hate to take a bath!" An everyday occurrence, taking a bath. "I hate to eat my puppy!" It sounds like we're in the Addams family, or something - "Eat this defenseless, wrinkley, fuzzy pug, or you'll be put into time out!!"