While I was buttoning my oh-so-comfy denim maternity shirt over my burgeoning belly, Sarah came skidding around the corner into my dressing room (aka walk-in closet).
"The boys are trying to eat me!"
"That's because you are so sweet and tasty," I reassured her.
"I'm not tasty," she stated matter-of-factly. "Sometimes I lick myself, and I'm NOT tasty."
Now what, I ask you, is the appropriate response to that? I only managed a stunned "Oh? Um..." before she ran off to join the fray once again.