This morning at breakfast we were eating German sausage that my parents brought from Colorado because we can't find it here in California. Eden prefers breakfast sausage or Italian sausage so she said, "Mommy, I don't want anymore of this German sausage. I don't like it." Malachi, not to be outdone, immediately says, "Mommy my sausage has germs on it too!"
Moses brought home a bag of zucchini the other day (that's a story in and of itself). My Mom had brought us some from CO and had baked several loaves of zucchini bread which my kids love fresh with butter.
I said to Moses, "What am I going to do with all this zucchini?" Malachi, always listening says, "I want zucchini!! Mommy, can I have some zucchini?" I thought this was a very odd request, but I washed a small one and handed it to him. If looks could kill.... he said, "That's NOT zucchini!" "Yes it is Malachi." "No it's not." "Honey, I don't understand. Tell me what you're talking about." "Mommy you know. The kind of zucchini with butter on it...."
Needless to say I soon after baked more zucchini BREAD.
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