We had taco salad for dinner that my dad made for G. On Sunday Dad asked G what she had wanted for dinner on Wednesday and she said she definitely didn't want enchiladas.
Dad made taco salad for dinner and she said in her pouty martyr voice, "Well, I guess I'll have some. But, I was really looking forward to those enchiladas."
During the course of the evening I had dropped a chip down the front of my blouse and G said, "Well don't expect me to go after it!"
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