We were at our Church's annual bonfire cookout and hayride Sunday night and as it got too dark to let the kids run around we started rounding them up.
Noah and his "girlfriend" were standing there close to us while we packed up chairs and said our goodbyes, and he says, "I'm sorry I have to say this."
Tim and I look at each other and Tim steps closer to be sure to hear what's coming next. You never know with that kid.
"I'm sorry I have to say this, but we can't have no more desserts."