When I was in elementary school though, I commented to my dad that it was chilly outside.
He quickly responded with, "Are you sure it's not spaghetti?"
I was pretty sure it was the lamest thing I had ever heard.
Last night when Jonathan said that he didn't hear a peep from the girls room I quickly responded with, "Well I should certainly hope not. They aren't chicks."
We always knew I was my father's daughter, but apparently I am becoming even more so with age. Wow.
Love this picture.