I made the girls some apples with cinnamon sugar today. They were in a bickering mood, about anything, or nothing, whichever presents itself.
Matilda: Mom, you didn't make our apples the same.
Freya: Yeah, they're not the same.
Me: Well, you better report me to the Higher Authority then. That's a serious offense.
Matilda: What Higher Authority?
Me: God. Just say the word, I'm sure He'll pop right down here to give me a smackdown for not making your plates of apples look exactly identical.
There is a slight pause.
Freya: God.
She looks very pleased with herself.
Freya: I said it.
3 comments:
So did he come down, then? You're killing me with the suspense here. :)
I love me some apples with cinnamon sugar.... mmmmmm....
I'm curious what God told Freya?? Maybe to eat her apples and cinnamon and be glad it isn't boogers and worms?
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