The other night Chey and I went out for dinner. When Daddy's gone we go out a lot. ;) She was eating pasta with butter when I watched her put her fork down and start eating with her fingers.
Me: Nice fork!
Chey: Thank you.
Me: Where did you get it?
Chey: I got them from God.
Me: (eye roll) That's nice. Do you mind using the one the waitress gave you?
Chey: Yeah sure. Whatever! (under her breath)
Me: I'm sorry, what did you say?
Chey: I said, yeah sure. Whatever you like.
Me: That's what I thought you said. Smart ass! (that last one I said under my breath)
She's very lucky we were in a public place!
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