JR and I were talking at the dinner table the other night while Grasshopper mowed through a cheese quesodilla and grapes. JR glanced over to find that our son had managed to join the Clean Plate Club in under 4 minutes. They had the following conversation:
"Wow! Where did your dinner go, Grasshopper?"
"It in my tummy!"
"Aww, but I wanted to have some quesodilla and grapes! Now what am I going to do?"
"I dunno, but you can't have mine! Mine is in my tummy, and my tummy is attached to me."
"And not wif tape!"