Said Anna to me in the car today . . .
"Ew, I think there's dirt under my fingernail"
"It's okay, we can clean it out when we get there."
PAUSE. . .
"Oh, wait. It tastes like oreo. It must've just been oreo from when I scraped the frosting off."
Alrighty then! Do I tell her now that it won't ALWAYS taste like oreo?!
3 months ago