
My middle child is something else.
Yesterday, Mike and I were fixing supper. He was grilling chicken, I was slicing up onion to put on the chicken. Grace saw the onion and started saying, "mommy, apple, mommy, apple." Mike told her no, it wasn't an apple, it was an onion. "Onion, mommy, onion."
I don't know what came over me, but I put a piece in her mouth. Not only did she eat it, she asked for more!
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