A couple nights ago, while putting dinner on the table.
J: "I wish I could have more cheese on my taco." (a sly way of asking when you're afraid of the answer - she already had gobs)
Me: "Well, I wish I had a million dollars."
J: "THAT wouldn't taste good on a taco, Mommy."
True.
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