I made scrambled egg wraps for breakfast in honor of my daughters' Daddy. He had unfortunately picked that day as the start of a new diet (a diet which somehow restricted the intake of eggs, but not of the candy bar handouts at church).
So, we had leftovers. Which I thought I would try out on Claire.
I might as well have given her a pony.
Uh-oh... Nope, still good. "Claire, the floor is yucky. We don't eat things from the floor."