Just like her mama

As I was crumbling blue cheese into a vinaigrette for supper, Elia came running up, saying, "Wait! Wait! Leave me some good parts!"

"What are the good parts?" I asked.

As she picked up a biggest, bluest, most moldy chunk of cheese and popped it in her mouth, she exclaimed, "THIS is the good part. Mmmmmm"



That's my girl.