Assistance

Before walking over to kid's church on Sundays, Megan usually stops by the music department's breakfast bar and fills a plate with donut holes or some such healthy fare. This past Sunday was no different.

As we were walking ...








(photo from here)

Megan passing her plate to me: Here Mom.

Me: It's empty.

Megan: I know.

Me: There's a trash can right over there.

Megan: Yeah, but I want YOU to hold it.

Me: And why is that?

Megan: Because you're my personal assistant.

Me: Oh really? And what else do I get to do besides hold your empty plate?

Megan: You get to lick it.

Me: I get to lick the crumbs off your plate?

Megan: Mmm hmm.

Fantastic.