Not The Good Kind

Last night I was laying in bed with Peyton and she said, "Mommy, your breath smells like jelly beans."  I said, "Really?!"  She said, "Yes."  I said, "Thanks."  She then said, "Not the good kind, the black ones."

Rotten or Cooked?

While shopping with Peyton she asked what we were having for dinner.  I said, "Meatloaf, potatoes and broccoli."  She said, "Rotten or cooked?"  Then she corrected herself and said, "I mean, RAW or cooked!"

Reading the gospel

After church I was laying on my bed playing on my phone.  Peyton came in and said, "Mom, it's Sunday!  You shouldn't be on your phone, you should be reading the gospel!"