A Woman Who Knows What She Wants

Livy asks for a carrot for a snack. I get out the bag of baby carrots.

“I don’t want baby carrots,” she says. “I want a big carrot.”

“Oh, come on,” I say, “let’s just have little ones.”

“I don’t have little teeth,” she exclaims!

So I peel her a big carrot because if she’s gonna make me laugh, she’s gonna get a big carrot!