Yesterday, I made apple and butternut squash turnovers for dinner, using homemade dough and local, organic produce. We ate on our back porch, enjoying blue skies and fresh air. "Ahhh," I said, leaning back in my chair and sipping my wine. "This is wonderful. There is no place I'd rather be!" I beamed at my three boys.
David said, "Hawaii would be nice."
Cameron said, "I'd rather be in Legoland."
Matthew said, "I don't wanna eat this."
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ROFLMAO!
Leave it to boys (and men) to call a spade a spade...
Oh! this so funny! boys will be boys!
Men!!! They start young, don't they?
But I did laugh out loud : )
So sounds like my house. We had to make a rule if you don't like dinner, now you just say, "Thank you." No complaining. So I know I have scored a big winner when I get a whole table full of "Thank yous." with muttering under their breath.
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