Ellie: Mom...I'm krungry.
Me: What do you want?
Ellie: *tapping her lips with her index finger, brows furrowed in thought.* Bread.
Me: Ok.
Ellie: But you need to take the 'kin off.
Me: The skin?
Ellie: Yeah...the 'kin. I don't like that part.
:)
I told my some of my coworkers this story this morning- they loved it! :-)
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