Last night on the way home Charlotte and I stopped to grab some good 'ol Chic-fil-A and I was sure to ask for ranch dipping sauce (I think she likes the ranch better than the actual chicken and fries). We pulled into the drive way and were able to take the doggies out just before the heavens opened up and made way for a huge thunderstorm. Dinner conversation...
Boom! Boom! Boom! (thunder, in case you didn't know)
C: Mommy, I no like funderthstormth.
M: It's ok sweetie; there's no reason to be frightened. They're just loud and will go away soon. I promise; no worries.
Charlotte takes another bite and contemplates really hard.
C: Mommy? I my ranch to funderthstormth? They go way then?
M: Sounds like a fine idea to me.
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