This morning as I was driving Malia home from pre-school, we somehow got on the topic of eating. She chirped up from the back seat and said she was going to eat Joelle.
"Eat Joelle?" I questioned curiously. "What would that even taste like?"
"Umm...like chicken!" she wittingly replied with a giggle. Oh, that's right. Doesn't everything taste like chicken?
(**DISCLAIMER: No, we are not cannibals -- she was just being her typical silly 3-year-old self**)