A: Mom, I worship Grace.
C: Oh?
A: Yeah. And Gracie and Kaitlin worship me.
C: That's nice.
A: And Vanessa worships her mom.
C: Mm.
A: Mom, do you know what worship means?
C: Yes, I do.
A: What does it mean?
C: Well, it's when you think something is really, really great. Like it's the best thing ever.
A: Oh. (to her dinner) I worship you, cheese.
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If I haven't said it before, I have thought it in reading your great posts about your marvelous daughter.
You can take the girl out of Wisconsin, but you cannot take the Wisconsin out of the girl.
Worships cheese? I rest my case.
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