I was flipping french toast when Ruth said in a mock aristocratic tone, "My, now those are some unusually stubborn and demanding guests, aren't they?"
I looked up, lost in my world of french toast.
"You know, demanding figgy pudding and refusing to leave."
This kids just cracks me up.
Merry holiday preparations to you all, and may no one have guests that demand you whip up some figgy pudding and bring it right there.