Tonight we ate out at a Italian style steakhouse and J ate all his soup, 4 pieces of bread, all his spaghetti and didn't have room for all his steak. We took it with us and when we got into the car he said, "Dis stink is making me hungry." We laughed and said we think you mean "smell." Stink=smell. Who knew?
When ordering his steak they asked how he wanted it cooked and I leaned over and whispered to him, "Well done." He looked at the waiter and said, "No blood." I don't know if he thought that's what I said or if he came up with it on his own. Well done=no blood. Hmm.
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