The children were eating dinner: pasta with pesto, peas, parmesan, and (to spoil the alliteration) bacon.
“Mmmm,” Beanie said, inhaling deeply. “It smells so good.”
“Sure does,” Jane agreed. “It smells like heaven.”
Beanie’s eyebrows rose. “Heaven smells like bacon?”
“Hmm, you’re right,” Jane amended, “that can’t be it. I bet heaven smells like…like ice cream!”
Mother’s Little Helper?
The Down Side of Invulnerability
Questions, by Beanie
What Do You Mean She Reads Too Many Comic Books?
There’s a reason “These people crack me up” is one of my most-used categories