this is the reason i love my babies.
nik: boy, i love this chef boyardee. ( he was eating pasta and homemade sauce. i don't have the slightest idea why he feels the need to reduce my home-cooked meals to something that comes out of a can)
emma: i don't like the chef. it is disgusting! (she says this as she is eating like i haven't fed her for weeks.)
me: when did either of you ever have chef boyardee?
nik: long time ago.
emma: yeah.
me: when? when did you have the chef? (now i am calling it "the chef." isn't it funny how we parents pick up and use our children's language?)
nik: BIG SIGH -- when we went to the north pole. santa gave it to us.
me: you went all the way to the north pole and all santa could feed you was the chef?
nik: i liked it. santa's busy. he showed me some karate.
emma: yeah. and ballet dances, too.
me: where was mrs. claus?
emma: she dead.
nik: yeah.
i see.
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