The other day, Lena began pestering me to let her go to the neighbors to play. I've been letting her do that quite a bit lately. I told her she needed to eat lunch before she went. I asked her what she wanted to eat. She yelled, "Sandwich!" I asked her what kind of sandwhich. She said slyly, "The kind CC makes me." So, I asked her what was on the sandwich. Her first response was, "Ice cream." I told her she couldn't have ice cream on her sandwich. Then she went to the refrigerator and started perusing the contents. She picked up a bottle of marchino cherry juice. I told her that wasn't something I would put on her sandwich. Finally, she said she'd be fine with jam and butter on her sandwich. I went to make her sandwich, and she saw a can of Sprite Ladd had brought home from work. She said she had to have it. I told her she wouldn't be able to have it. Then she said, "But I is soooo drinky!"
Later, I asked Cecilia what sandwich Lena would be referring to in our converstion we'd had earlier. She grinned and said, "Jam and carmel ice cream topping. But I used all the carmel, so I can't make her that sandwich anymore." Eeeeewwww!
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