Yesterday she refused to finish her lunch. One tiny little bite of hot dog. When all my girls cleared their lunch plates and proceeded to feast on freshly made whoopee-pies, she thought she was deserving of one as well. Except that momma said she needed to finish that one last bite. One. Last. Bite. It just wasn't going to happen. Nose turned up to that minuscule bite, she retreated from the table. Only to cozy up beside her dear cousins, stare longingly at their chocolate deliciousness, and repeatedly proclaim, "UM." (Which, in Makenzie terms translates, "Give me a bite.") After being denied several times and offered that one last bite instead, she attempted to sway Hubs. No go. Admitting defeat, she walked away. Determined that she was NOT going to finish that one last bite.
Shortly after lunch was picked up and the family was distracted in the living room this is what we found Makenzie busily concentrating on...
She lapped up every single chocolate crumb. Smart little girl. She got some whoopee pie after all.
Not only is she cute...she's a genius of sorts.
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