Dinnertime Conversation

The other night we invited a friend over for dinner. We were all seated at the table, and we had just begun to eat when I saw Lincoln stick his finger in his mouth and "dig" around. Then he said, "hair." Now there are some words that only I can understand. Unfortunately, this was not one of those times. I really wanted to crawl under the table and hide. Instead, I tried to find what was bothering Lincoln. Thankfully, it turned out to be a piece of parsley. : )