Monday, November 8, 2010

No Scurvy For Me

Cyra's job in the mornings, aside from getting dressed, is to help make the lunches. Every morning without fail, after reminding her a couple dozen times, she trots out into the kitchen and starts pulling snacks out of the pantry.

This morning while we were working, I started slicing an orange for my lunch.

Cyra: Mommy?

Me: Yes?

Cyra: When we go camping this weekend, I want to bring lemons and limes.

Me: Umm...Okay. Sure. Why?

Cyra: (with the utmost serious expression) I don't want to get scurvy.

Me: (serious nod) Makes sense. I'll add them to the camping grocery list.

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