So, Abby and I are on our way to Ash Land, and we are in the car driving. Abby decided she wanted the apples that she had previously sliced up. She tried offering some to me, but I wasn’t interested. I was worried that they would be mushy for some reason. When I let Abby know, she replied, “No way, José. I don’t roll that way. I eat an apple every day.”
Natural born rhymer!!!