As we sat around our table and asked that question of each other, here were the answers:
Rick: Wifey, family, a working back that we didn't have to pay for...
Karyn: Husband, two beautiful kids, nursing school...
Madisyn: Mommy and Daddy and Taylor and Cede (our dog)
Taylor: Bread
Rick: Taylor, are you thankful for anything else?
Taylor: Um... nope. Just bread. Black bread.
Enough said...
Oh, yeah, and we still don't know what he means by black bread.
2 comments:
That's funny!
One time when I was a little boy my mom gave me a long hug, and while she embraced me she said, "Brian, do you know how much I love you?"
And I replied, "Mom, do you know how much I love my dog?"
Little kids are nothing if not random.
From a dark skinned lady, I'm glad he choose the "black bread!" Way to go, T!! :) That story is awesome! I love it!
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