Cara is forever our high-maintenance child. The other day, we were
eating dinner. I forget if it was spaghetti or what, but I'm sure
whatever it was she was making a mess of it. Even though she has a fork
and uses it, halfway through dinner she'll put the fork down and use
her hands, whether it's spaghetti, corn, or mashed potatoes. Anyway,
she started using potatoes as hand lotion or something again, then
sticking her face in her plate to eat whatever it was. Beth said,
"Cara, use your fork. You're not a horse!" To which Cara immediately
yelled, "
NEIGHHHH!!!" Zing.
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