We went to our favorite Italian restaurant for dinner tonight. (We live in a town that actually has an Italian restaurant!!! They have the beeeessst homemade tiramisu...but I digress.)
Grace said, "It's a good thing I brought stuff to content myself 'cause I get bored waiting for food."
Benajmin asked, "What's that say?"
I replied, "See the B? It says B-B-Bon Appetit."
Benjamin exclaimed, "BONE appetit?! So dogs can come and eat BONE appetit!"
And after the meal, as we were getting up, Jonathan, my firstborn son, bumped against the chair, and said very loudly, "Ow! I speared my weenis!" Oh, my. We talked to him about that one. :)
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