Piggies

Last week I went out for a little ladies night and left Grahame with the girls and a ham in the oven for their supper. They were thrilled to have a "Daddy Daughter night" as they like to call it.

When I got home around 11ish Zoe walked out of her room still partially asleep, glanced at me and murmured that she had to pee. I brought her in the bathroom and as she slouched over the potty, she glanced at me with a sleepy smile and said "Mommy guess what we had on Daddy Daughter night?" What? "PIGGY!! and it was GOOOOOOD!" without another word she returned to bed and to sleep.

The following day we were at a birthday party for one of their preschool friends and they had a clown (Zoe refusing to go into the party for the first 10 minutes due to said clown is a whole other story!!) so when the clown asked what everyone wanted as balloon animals, Ella had a flower, Cassidee had a cat, Cleona got a doggy. Jasmine what do you want?" I want a PIGGY" she says, and turns to me and says "Mommy we ate piggy, I like piggies"

(Clearly my vegetarian routes have not been sewn into my children!!)