We were hanign out in the kitchen, discussing the upcoming trip to get the groceries.
“Can we get chips?” said Emma.
“Well…” I said, “Daddy’s been trying to get us to buy less treats.”
“They are really not that good for you if you eat them all the time,” said Ron.
Emma took this all in.
“Besides,” I said grabbing ample portions of my posterior, “This is what happens if you eat too many chips.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Wow, that’s a lot of chips.”