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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Friday, November 13, 2009
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