It was nice to have a majority of my kids at dinner last night.
The Edge invited her friend to fill out the seating - the girl brought chocolate pie, so we had to make a spot for her!
Halfway Between kept commenting on how good the pork roast was. I commended myself for having done such a good job.
He asked his sister, "Don't you just LOVE this roast??"
"Yeah, it's pretty good," she replied.
"But don't you find the seasoning to be delightful?" he prodded.
"Uh, yeah, it's. . .delightful."
"Don't you want to know what it's seasoned with?" he continued.
"Okay. . .what is it seasond with?"
"You say you're a WHAT?" she backfired, and so did the joke.