Bread

We were dropping Sissy off for a thing at the high school and I'd picked up some chicken tenders with the groceries.

Mo wasn't having it. Which is weird, I've often said she'll eat anything as long as it's chicken. But when I asked her what she wanted, she said she wanted the bread.

They had these baguettes on the day-old rack at Wal-Mart, and I guess her body was telling her to carbo-load.

Butter is for amateurs, she just wanted the crusty loaf.