Tonight Tara prepared dinner. Surprising, I know. Once in a while I let her make dinner. When she does it, she does a good job.
So tonight she was preparing her special chicken florentine meal. Levi was sitting on the bar stool, watching her prepare some of the food. He started sniffing the air and inquired: "Do I smell crescent rolls?" And then he asked: "Are those crescent rolls coming my way?!"
Tara and I looked at each other...where does he come up with these phrases?