Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Where baloney comes from
Just got back from an amazing weekend up in Maine with my family. The weather was gorgeous, the sun was shining through the trees, and I got to sit on a hammock in my sister's backyard with my almost-four year old niece, Glamour Girl, while she shared some of the wisdom she's accumulated in her first 47 months of life.
"I know where turkey comes from!" she told me as we swung back and forth. "It comes from turkeys! And milk comes from cows!"
"Where does baloney come from?" I asked, trying to trick her.
She looked me straight in the eye and said, "God."
So there you have it.