Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

I woke up Tuesday at 2:00 a.m. with one of those "wish you were dead" kind of flu bugs. I vaguely remember Tuesday. All I really remember is Kinley asking for an occasional snack, popsicle, or for me to put something on the t.v. Luckily Rich was able to leave work a bit early and save the house before Kinley burned it down. He also was left to make dinner.

Later that night, when I felt less like dying, Kinley was having a bad dream. I got up to lay by her for a little bit and had this most excellent conversation after asking what she had for dinner. She responded by asking me why we never have "man cheese sandwiches or boy cheese sandwiches." I was not following so she added, "you know, we have girled cheese sandwiches so why don't we have man cheese sandwiches?" How classic is that? We apparently need to enunciate a bit better around this house.