Excuses, excuses

Today at lunch, Bonnie was having a hard time polishing off her PBJ. I mean, we only have PBJ's twice a week - is that toooooo terrible?!? Apparently she thinks so (I'll ask her again when she's in my shoes ;-) ).

Anyway, she peeked inside her sandwhich and informed me that, "It has a bwooze!" Or bruise.
Obviously, hoping that I would cut off a large portion of it, like I do with a bruised banana or apple. I had a laughing fit disguised as a cough, and told her that sandwhiches don't have bruises, and she still had to finish her lunch.

And yesterday, we were listening to a classical music CD while setting the table for dinner, and Kevin asked me if the piece that was playing was "Taco Bell's Cannon." Hmmmmmmm. Good thing our first piano lesson is tomorrow.....