As I'm mopping the kitchen floor, I can hear the kids fighting over something in Grace's room. I called out to them and asked what they were fighting about. Grace came into the kitchen and says...
"We were having dinner at our beach house and RJ ate all of his dinner so I gave him some pie. He finished the pie, so I took his plate away and he wanted more pie." I said, "You can't find RJ another piece of pie or cake somewhere? Maybe you could make him a brownie." She went on and on about not making him more dessert (I can't remember everything), then said "he would keep on freaking out if I made him more!" With that she turned around and went back to the beach house.
Their beach house, by the way, is a tent I made out of sheets in Grace's room.
I love listening to their imaginations work!!
