Ravioli-oh

On Friday, it was me and the almost three year old Leddy. We played, and by 10 am, we had read right story books. Apparently, she's broken up with Jaron, her imaginary boyfriend. And when you ask her what she wants for Christmas she firmly says "Nuthin!" I asked her what she wanted for lunch, she said birthday cake. And when I explained that we didn't have a birthday cake, she said I could cook one. We debated for a little while, and she settled on ravioli-ohs. And corn. And chocolate milk. So that's what I had too. And you know, it wasn't all that bad! On the way to pick Madison up from school, Leddy said, "Josh, I hungry!" So was I. Our next stop was Dairy Queen, and we were all happy!