Dad made us a delicious breakfast of cinnamon french toast and boca breakfast sausage. Ev dumped some powdered sugar on her sausage and said:
Ev: "This is so good. You know what this tastes like?"
Me: "Gross! Like a sugary sausage?"
Ev: "It tastes so good. Like pink, ballerina, mother's love."
Me: "Mother's love is delicious?"
Ev: "Yep, so is daddy's
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