We were all sitting around a nice big family dinner: Nana, Grampa, great-aunt Rosemary, great-uncle Mike, cousins Chris and Paul, uncle Nick, aunt Naomi, matante Julie, and the four of us. It was mixed grill night. Maïa looked over at the sausages sitting directly in front of her. I guess she had never seen them up close. She looked up at me from across the table and asked:
"What are those?"
"They're sausages."
"It's not poo, right?"
I swear: you can't make this stuff up!
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1 comment:
hehehe - though I have to say tofudogs are not far behind ;-)
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