I miraculously found king cakes at the grocery store in DeKalb, Illinois, and brought some home for us to celebrate the weekend before Mardi Gras. Charlotte, who just turned 3, spouted off several hilarious comments in a row as we enjoyed our Louisiana tradition.
Charlotte wanted the green beads cleaned so she could wear them, but Barry wouldn't do it because he said she already has necklaces. I told him to just clean them, that it was Mardi Gras and she was excited. Charlotte then said, "Daddy, you don't have to make a big deal out of it."
When she then asked for the other beads to be washed, Barry asked her if she could just be content with the green one. I said, "She's 3." Charlotte said, "Yeah, I'm 3. That means I can get what I want and you have to do it for me."
Charlotte complained that the baby Jesus in the king cake was messy. Barry told her to lick it off. She said, "I can't lick it off! Then I'd get licky stuff on it!"
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