Last night Anna was enjoying a few extra minutes with Daddy while I put Rachel to bed. I came back downstairs and Anna announced very matter-of-factly: "We eat cows." I stopped in my tracks and glanced over at my husband who was sitting on the couch looking very amused. They were both staring at me, anxiously awaiting my reaction. Co-conspirators.
I was faced with a choice. (A) I could try to do damage control and hope I don't dig the hole any deeper. (B) I could ignore the situation completely and hope Anna doesn't bring it up at some inopportune time say, Monday morning on her first day of camp. Luckily for me there is always Mommy's secret option (C) Wine.
I was faced with a choice. (A) I could try to do damage control and hope I don't dig the hole any deeper. (B) I could ignore the situation completely and hope Anna doesn't bring it up at some inopportune time say, Monday morning on her first day of camp. Luckily for me there is always Mommy's secret option (C) Wine.
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