Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Little Miss Inspector

Admittedly, I ate a hot Cheeto, or three.

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!"

Busted.
Grits on her face, like a true Southern lady.