So I'm reading "Little Red Riding Hood" to Noodle this evening, and it crosses her mind that the Big Bad Wolf could have dispensed with the pleasantries in the forest and simply eaten Little Red the moment he laid eyes on her. But instead he hauls it over to grandma's place and eats her? Without even marinating the old bird?! Philistine. And thus did we get these words of wisdom from my daughter:
I'm much yummier than an old lady.
Girl's got a point, one must admit.