Tuesday, June 24, 2008


This morning the girls are having yogurt with breakfast. Three little bowls of it. Batya comes to me crying about her yogurt. At first I thought she had finished hers and wanted more. Then I noticed Shira's bowl had twice as much as she started with.

Me: Shira, is that Batya's yogurt?
S: No. Shira yogurt.
Me: Really?
S: Shira yogurt.
Me: So, the yogurt from Batya's bowl just happened to get into your bowl.
S: Yes. This Shira's yogurt.