Last night I was telling William the nursery tale about what little boys are girls are made of. My memory was failing me and all I could come up with was:
Frogs and snails and puppy dog tails.
"What is Mary Grace made of?"
Mary Grace is made of sugar and spice and everything nice!
No, Daddy. Mary Grace is made of apple juice and I'm made of salami.
Apparently, William remembered that Anne told him and Mary Grace about what she craved (and ate in excess) during pregnancy. :)
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