At dinner last night Gunnar was describing all the glory that was the chocolate turnover he had sampled at lunch. He went on to imagine how wonderful it would taste to drink warm brownie batter. (And now you know more about our family than you may have cared to...)
Kerry turned to him and said, "Gunnar, maybe when you grow up you'll be a chef!"
Gunnar wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Nah, I've already got plans.