Today we went out to lunch with my mom, who got a margarita. Mia spied it skeptically, asking about Nana's lemonade. I said, no baby, that's not a lemonade - it's Nana's yucky drink, don't worry about it.
Mia forgot about it for a few minutes. Then she asked about it again, wanting to know what it was called. I told her, a margarita.
Several minutes later, Mia said, Nana's margaritas are YUCKY! Because they taste like GARBAGE!
I love her interpretations of the world.
Margaritas are made of garbage.
Who knew?
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