Selah hears the bag and comes running, but I manage to quickly throw it back in the cabinet before she turns the corner.
She eyes me and asks, "What you have? I want some."
In true motherly fashion, I attempt to brush her off by nonchalantly replying, "Nothing.." but it's too late.
Her toddler-radar food-ninja skills hone in on my two now pink stained fingertips. She leans forward to closer inspect the scene, and exclaims, "Red fingers! I want a chip!"
|Grits on her face, like a true Southern lady.|