Derek: Mom, when you freeze a juice-Popsicle, does the sweeter part settle to the bottom because of density? Me: How long have I been writing? How old are you? Derek: *smug* Im going to be a scientist some day. Me: A juice scientist? Derek: No, a Freezing Stuff scientist. Ill freeze it all. Me: Sweety, you mean food, right? Derek: *wicked evil grin* Youll see. Me: Am I the future Mother of the Frost King, Mad Ruler of The North? Derek: Silly. Mad Ruler of the EARTH. Me: Excuse me, your highness. Derek: Youll be spared. *considers the way Ive buttered his toast* Probably. Me: Oh goody. Until your coronation, you can spread your own peanut butter.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 11:26:00 +0000
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