This is the plate that Sassy and I had an argument over at dinner. Four minuscule pieces of turkey tenderloin and a single string bean.
It took me 15 minutes to convince her to take ONE BITE of her turkey. She would only consider this after I removed the bean from her plate.
She told me, "There, mama. I took one bite of turkey and now I am full. That is enough for me."
That's a quote. Verbatim.
Fast forward 10 minutes...
We had cleaned up from dinner, and Little A ran up to me and promptly shoved her pointer finger in my face.
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Her pointer finger that happened to be balancing a giant green boogie.
I grabbed her hand to suspend it in mid-air so as to prevent the spreading of the boogie to any household surface.
"Sassy," I pleaded (without thinking of just who I was talking to), "Will you please grab me a Kleenex or toilet paper?"
She immediately started gagging and ran into the bathroom, only to emerge a second later with the trace of the ONE piece of turkey she ingested oozing down her shirt.
I swear, I don't know what to do with these girls...