Me: What do you want for dinner? I can make chicken or I can make steak.
Husband: I don’t know. What do you want?
Me: I’m not sure I want either. Your choice.
Husband: How about we roast Princess?
Note – what you have to understand about my older child, before we go any farther, is that she’s tiny. And I mean teeny. She’s almost 13, 4’ 7” and maybe 65 lbs. And he wants to roast her.
Me: I agree. She’s got no meat on her bones.
Husband: You can make a salad.
Princess: No! You can’t eat me! I’m sick!
Princess: Yes. I’ve got Bieber Fever!