After picking up pizza for dinner, we drove by a Taco Bell, which inspired this conversation:
Mallory: I'm glad we're eating pizza instead of Taco Bell. Gross.
Phoebe: Well Daddy likes Taco Bell.
Me: I don't think he does. He'll eat there, but it's not his favorite.
Phoebe: Do you like it?
Me: No, not really. There was a restaurant like it in Texas, though, called Taco Villa. They had apple burritos which were very good.
Mallory: Mommy, stop trying to make me think that Texas is some kind of wonderland.
Me: Pardon?
Mallory: I mean, I do like going to Texas, but you know I hate to fly, so why bring it up?
Me: Well --
Mallory: Next Christmas can we drive to Grandmom's house?
Me: No.
Phoebe: It would take forever! Plus there's that lake, you know.
Mallory: What lake?
Phoebe: That lake. You know. That big lake. We saw it last year on the way to Great Wolf Lodge.
Me: You mean the Mississippi River?
Phoebe: Yeah, that.
Mallory: But that's a river. There's not a big lake. I mean, not a lake that's too big to cross over in a car, right, Mommy? There's not a really big lake like the one that's at the beach, right?
Me: You mean the ocean?
Mallory: Yeah, the ocean. There's no ocean on the way to Texas, right?
Me: No, of course not.
Phoebe: But there is the Mississippi Lake!
Mallory: Yeah, but you can drive across that on one of those things. You know, a road track trail thing.
Me: You mean a bridge?
Mallory: No, of course I don't mean a bridge. Bridges are made of wood.
Phoebe: The pizza smells so good, I wish I could eat it right now. I wish I could eat pizza all the time.
Mallory: I wish I had pizza shoes.
Phoebe: Ewww! A pizza hat would be better.
Mallory: Ewww! What if your hair was dirty?
Phoebe: Okay, the best would be pizza mins.
Mallory: Mins? What's a mins?
Phoebe: Mins. Mih. Ens. That you wear on your hands.
Mallory: What do you mean, mins?
Me: You mean mittens?
Phoebe: Yes! That's what I mean.
Mallory: I'm glad we're eating pizza instead of Taco Bell. Gross.
Phoebe: Well Daddy likes Taco Bell.
Me: I don't think he does. He'll eat there, but it's not his favorite.
Phoebe: Do you like it?
Me: No, not really. There was a restaurant like it in Texas, though, called Taco Villa. They had apple burritos which were very good.
Mallory: Mommy, stop trying to make me think that Texas is some kind of wonderland.
Me: Pardon?
Mallory: I mean, I do like going to Texas, but you know I hate to fly, so why bring it up?
Me: Well --
Mallory: Next Christmas can we drive to Grandmom's house?
Me: No.
Phoebe: It would take forever! Plus there's that lake, you know.
Mallory: What lake?
Phoebe: That lake. You know. That big lake. We saw it last year on the way to Great Wolf Lodge.
Me: You mean the Mississippi River?
Phoebe: Yeah, that.
Mallory: But that's a river. There's not a big lake. I mean, not a lake that's too big to cross over in a car, right, Mommy? There's not a really big lake like the one that's at the beach, right?
Me: You mean the ocean?
Mallory: Yeah, the ocean. There's no ocean on the way to Texas, right?
Me: No, of course not.
Phoebe: But there is the Mississippi Lake!
Mallory: Yeah, but you can drive across that on one of those things. You know, a road track trail thing.
Me: You mean a bridge?
Mallory: No, of course I don't mean a bridge. Bridges are made of wood.
Phoebe: The pizza smells so good, I wish I could eat it right now. I wish I could eat pizza all the time.
Mallory: I wish I had pizza shoes.
Phoebe: Ewww! A pizza hat would be better.
Mallory: Ewww! What if your hair was dirty?
Phoebe: Okay, the best would be pizza mins.
Mallory: Mins? What's a mins?
Phoebe: Mins. Mih. Ens. That you wear on your hands.
Mallory: What do you mean, mins?
Me: You mean mittens?
Phoebe: Yes! That's what I mean.
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And keep trying to make Texas a wonderland, sis. We want you to come! :)