Zane (from the car seat): I'm tart, mommy.
Me: Oh, yeah?
Zane: You can lick me and I'm tart.
Me: Well, you sure got that right. Maybe if you take a nap you'll wake up sweet.
Zane: No.
Me (in my head): Well, you can lick me and taste the bitter.
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And this was after we had all that pie? I just finished my lemon pie. It was sooooo good.
No - this was yesterday. My pie is waiting for me in the fridge. I'm going to taunt John with it when he gets home as punishment for working late.
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