trooth schmooth

the other night, after a little trip up the mountain on the tram, Simon, my brother Peter (12), my sister Sarah (11) and I were getting ready to put some frozen pizza in the oven.

Peter: Grace, what kind of crust would you like? thick or thin?

Grace: Oh, whatever you want Peter

Sarah (in a softer voice to Peter but not out of my hearing range): Peter, she is pretty big--probably thick crust for her.

Grace:



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