Overheard with the 5 yr old neighbor girl and my 7 yr old son.
Girl: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Boy: What do you mean?
Girl: Do you have the same thoughts that I have?
Boy: I don’t know.
Girl: I’m thinking about cake.
Life in the Land of the Ice and Snow
Infiltrating Sweden one cinnamon bun at a time
Now I’m thinking about cake. Actually, I’m always thinking about cake.
I know. Mmm… cake.