Imparting wisdom

J: "Okay, so on the way home I'll stop at the frozen custard place. And if they're not open, should I go to the grocery store?"

G: "Don't bother. I need custard. Unless - oooooh, it's Girl Scout Cookie flavor time, isn't it? I needs me some Samoas!"

L: "DADDY! DON'T GO TO MARC'S! OKAY? BECAUSE .... BECAUSE .... BECAUSE THE POTTY AT MARC'S SMELLS NASTY! GO TO THE OTHER GROCERY STORE. THEIR POTTY SMELLS BETTER! OKAY?"

J: "Um, thanks for the tip. I'll keep that in mind."

G: "She's speaking from A LOT of experience on this one."

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I find it funny that we spent the whole conversation purposely skating around the words "frozen custard" because that usually sets Liza off into an I-Want-Ice-Cream-Now fit, and what she actually latched onto was the phrase "grocery store." That brain of hers, it works in mysterious ways.