Abbie asked me two questions at dinner tonight. They were good questions. She asked me if I had ever, "tried to eat a goose", (to which I said no), and she then decided that, yes, she would like to try eating one for Christmas.
She also asked me why we have to keep our food on the table when we are eating it. Though I did my best to fake it, in classic parental style, I don't think I really had a good answer as to why your fork full of chicken can't rest on your chair between bites.
And for all you parents who are saying, "Seriously, you got away with only being asked two questions during all of dinner?" You got me. It's never just two questions, now is it?!
She also asked me why we have to keep our food on the table when we are eating it. Though I did my best to fake it, in classic parental style, I don't think I really had a good answer as to why your fork full of chicken can't rest on your chair between bites.
And for all you parents who are saying, "Seriously, you got away with only being asked two questions during all of dinner?" You got me. It's never just two questions, now is it?!
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