At 5 this morning Kylee was sitting on the counter enjoying some sister free mommy time as we do nearly every morning. Daddy had decided last week that he wanted bologna for his lunch meat this week. So I'm making the sandwich and all of the sudden Kylee says "eww ma whats that pink stuff under the muenster?". Now she's got the fancy cheese down pat but she has no clue what bologna is?!?! She's got me wondering if I am doing my girls and injustice by denying them the experience of slimy lunch meat smashed between a little mayo and couple slices of white bread?
