Last night at dinner, we were eating a chicken noodle casserole and green bean casserole (recipes forthcoming sometime in the next month as I get the time) and the following was said:
Marissa: "Mom, I'm going to eat this but it's not my favorite."
Corban: "It's not my favorite either, but at least it's better than paper."
(as if eating paper is a regular occurrence around our house.)
Me (a bit sarcastically, I'll admit): "Thanks a lot, Corban."
Corban: "Well, it's a LOT better than paper, actually."
Marissa: "Mom, I'm going to eat this but it's not my favorite."
Corban: "It's not my favorite either, but at least it's better than paper."
(as if eating paper is a regular occurrence around our house.)
Me (a bit sarcastically, I'll admit): "Thanks a lot, Corban."
Corban: "Well, it's a LOT better than paper, actually."
Marissa: "Mom, I'm going to eat this but it's not my favorite."
Corban: "It's not my favorite either, but at least it's better than paper."
(as if eating paper is a regular occurrence around our house.)
Me (a bit sarcastically, I'll admit): "Thanks a lot, Corban."
Corban: "Well, it's a LOT better than paper, actually."
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