I can't help it. I've gotta tell it.
Sometime last week or so, I was making the kids peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. Well, technically I made Owen just a peanut butter sandwich since he refuses to eat jelly, but I digress.
Anyway, they all wanted pickle spears with their sandwiches. And being the loving accommodating mother that I am, I said, "Sure, no prob," and then dished out a spear to each.
All was well. Except then Ashley noticed that Aidan had a bigger pickle spear than she did.
What followed was my favorite conversation ever among my three children. A conversation that I'm sure will be brought up at many inopportune moments in their future, because I am mean like that.
"Mommy, I want the biggest pickle! I love big pickles!" said Ashley. Heh.
Then Aidan said, somewhat braggingly, "I have a big pickle cuz I a big boy." Heh heh.
And then Owen said, very sadly, "I just have a little pickle." Heh heh heh heh heh!
Oh, kids. You make it so easy sometimes.