Last night, my dear friends from Arizona came over with their two-month-old son, W, and three-year-old daughter, SJ. They were in California to take the kids to Disneyland for their first time, so SJ was all decked out in a Snow White dress when they arrived.
I forgot how funny three-year-olds can be, and found SJ’s random bursts into song and silly observations quite entertaining.
At one point, her daddy was telling us about a game they like to play where they try to come up with the grossest meal they can think of. We all decided to join in the fun, throwing out ideas like:
“How about green beans dipped in peanut butter?”
“How about a hot dog with honey and sauerkraut?”
“How about a brownie with sushi on top?”
Then, quite exasperated, SJ chimed in:
“How about a chocolate-covered fart?!”
Clearly, she was the winner.