Today in the car, totally unprompted, Emma announced: "When I grow up I want to be a lobster catcher, like the guy at the store who grabbed-ed up the lobsters out of the big tank." [Note: she is talking about the guy at Red Lobster.] Then she paused before adding, "Or I want to be a cooker and cook cheeseburgers and apple dippers and wear a crown."
Clearly, my daughter eats out way too much.
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