Saturday to me: Mom, you’re so smart.
Yesterday: the girls were pretending to eat each other. So I asked “does your sister make a good supper?” Annie pipes up “I’m supper with eyeballs”
Then yesterday afternoon I was getting ready to make supper, and she was running around the kitchen like a little nut. I asked her if she was still supper and she says “I’m bread! Bread is running, bread is running” Crazy kid.