I made calzones last night for dinner and sent the extras in all the kids’ lunches today, forgetting that Jake would have a tooth extracted this morning and be limited to soft foods until evening. So, of course, no calzone for him (though I got him an ice cream cone to eat on the way back to school); it stayed in his lunch box.
When I picked all the kids up after school, Jake’s first question was, “Mom, can I have my horse-zone for dinner tonight?”
Em figured it out. “Oh, he thought it was a ‘cow-zone.'”
“Oh, yeah,” said Jake. “I forgot. So can I have my ‘cow-zone’ for dinner?”
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Love this! Kids really do say the darndest things:-)