The other morning I was accosted by Ceilidh. As I made my way into the kitchen, she threw herself at me, and hugged my legs with her famous strangling "Ceilidh" hugs, and shouted, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for buying bacon! I am so excited! I love you!"
Wow! We have bacon every Sunday morning, with the pancakes that Daddy cook up. And yes, Ceilidh does love her bacon, but what a grateful, enthusiastic, appreciative response.
Child - you are getting bacon in your stocking this Christmas!
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