Bubba came home from school and told about a substitute teacher who read a story about a turnip and then showed the kids that she brought one in for the kids to handle and then taste. Bubba fawned over the memory of that turnip. I told her I had never tasted one, but I would definitely be open to getting some for all of us. Bubba then threw herself on the couch in apparent ecstasy and ordered me to "Buy some, woman!"

Woman. Yesterday she called me Mother. What's next? Biotch? Ho? Egg donor? Sigh. This kid cracks me up and drives me nuts at the same time. I love it!