matinee

I was actually updating this blog and waiting for Lauren to finish her lunch when I watched it: Lauren, sitting at her requested plate of cheese, crackers and grapes, resting her arm on the table top and holding one little piece of cheese in her hand. She was, apparently, talking for the cheese, because she bounced it on the table with each word. What did the cheese say? It said, in a high-pitched voice common among string cheeses, "I want my grandma. I want my grandpa. Maybe they're in that mouth? Let's go see!" Gulp.