My Dad burned a huge pile of debris as his house today so he called the princess and invited her to come over and roast hot dogs for dinner. Bringing her parents was optional! All 3 of us trucked over there to roast a few dogs and get chased by a dozen mosquitoes. I knew that the princess had never really roasted hot dogs before, but I had no idea how little she knew. Here's the conversation...
Grandmommy: "Does the princess want ketchup?"
Me: "Yep."
Princess: "No, I don't!"
Me: "Since when?"
Princess: "I don't want roasted ketchup that gross."
I had to explain the technicalities of hot dog roasting...only the dogs get roasted not the whole kit and kaboodle.
Notice the low hats? Trying not to scald our faces.
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