We love baklava. I don't make it very often. Claire was maybe 3 the last time I made a batch. She kept asking for a piece of "enchilada", or after she learned the name of it--"ba-ca-la".
Lily asked for a piece baklava today after lunch. Chris and I both thought she asked for a piece of "Barack Obama".
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Did you just say, "My butt's on fire?"
Is that a dog barking?
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