This story was related to me by my mother, but oh how I wish I could have been there.

So the girls are having lunch with my parents, Yia-Yia and Pop-Pop the other afternoon. Usually lunch with the grands involves Chinese food, since the girls are big fans and so is Pop-Pop. The girls are die-hard fans of chicken with broccoli and fried rice.

More often than not, they do a bang up job scarfing it down, occasionally saving me the trouble of doing the dishes by licking their plates clean. Of course, like with everything else, there are days when they have to go against the grain and just get buck like their mom (They come by it honestly).

Evidently, Coever ate all of the chicken off of her plate, most of the rest and kind of shuttled the broocli from one side of the plate to the other. Yia-Yia, with her slick eyes, got hip to the game and reminded Coever that she needed to eat her lunch, post haste, and stop fooling around.

“I don’t wanna!” came the terse reply.

“Coever,” chimes in Morgan, “you can eat your lunch or you can have some air pie!”

My parents look at Morgan while Coever adamantly refuses that offer. Says Pop-Pop, “Morgan, what’s air pie?”

“A big slice of nothin'”, she says, and proceeds to lick her the last of her fried rice off of her plate.

Check please!

P.S. – Thanks, Ginny, for encouraging me to keep it short and sweet!