Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Life with Ally

At the dinner table.

Me: Ally, don't wave your utensils around like that. You'll either drop it or stick a fork in your cheek.

Ally: My pencil?

Me: Your utensil.

Ally: I don't have a pencil, Mommy. This is a fork!

Me: Forks, spoons, and knives are called utensils.

Ally: Not a pencil?

Me: Nope. Your fork is a utensil.

(Pause) Ally: My pencil? You're being silly!

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