Yesterday, my Sara and I were out doing a little shopping in preparation for our upcoming trip to the Land of Mouse, and we stopped by the snack bar at Target to get some popcorn and a drink. As we walked to the car, Sara commented on her favorite popcorn.
"I like the really yellow pieces the best," she said, "because they're really buttery."
And then the observation that had me scratching my head:
"But Momma ... when you're out playing in the snow and gathering it for snow cream, the yellow snow is NOT the best."
I don't even want to know how she figured that out.