Youngest child: Mommy, is dinner almost done im sooooooooooooo hungry.
Me: Yes.
Youngest child: what are we having?
Me: fried poo.
Youngest child: eeeuuuwww, fried poo. Oh well im so hungry I dont care what it is.
And all that money Ive wasted on all those four (or is it five now?) food groups, turns out I couldve shopped in the yard for free.
