We went out for dinner tonight for a special treat.
Mr. G ordered chicken marsala, which looked fantastic except for the huge, nasty, slimy mushrooms on top of it!
Then Bird let me down and asked if he could have some. He actually likes mushrooms! Weird kid.
So I said, “Yuck! That’s ruining a great piece of chicken. Who does that?”
Bird says,” Uh, Mommy, that’s a tiny piece of heaven right there!”
Good thing Heaven is large. Hope there’s a mushroom free zone or I’m not going.