I was heating up Love's leftovers from dinner the night before and she was dictating what she wanted and what she did'nt want.
Love-I only want the chicken...no bread K mom.
Me-Ok...do you want chips too?
Me-How about apple sauce?
I am cutting up the chicken tenders and she notices that I left a little piece on the baking sheet
Love-What about dat one?
Me-Just eat what is on your plate first...you have a bunch.
So once she is finished she walks over to the stove and notices the chicken is gone.
Love-What happened to dat piece of chicken?
Me-I ate it...I'm sorry don't be mad (pretending as if I am crying)
Love-I not mad at you mom...look at my face do I look mad (with a huge smile on her face) Give me a hug...I not mad!