Again, I'm sitting here writing and Little One comes in here and asks for "marshmallows as junk."
"Mama, I want marshmallows as junk," she pleads as she holds out her IKEA kid bowl.
Be impressed that I did not laugh.
On one hand, I'm thankful she's heard me that marshmallows are junk food. On the other hand, I am not sure she's understood the lesson.