A conversation

It's about 5:30, and I'm in the kitchen working on dinner. After firmly responding "no" to several requests for a snack (yes, following tradition with the "no, you'll spoil your dinner" thing), Miles comes out of the pantry grinning.

Miles: Mommy, guess what I have!

Me: Um...well..it looks like an onion. In a ziploc bag. Did you put that onion in the bag?

Miles, dancing around: Mm-hmm! It's going to be our PRETEND snack!

Me: Oh.

Miles: We're going to have a picnic! Come on, Nora! Oh, it's too snowy, we'll have to go somewhere else....

Eleanor, heading into the pantry: I'll go get a potato.

Is this my life? I feel like I somehow ended up in our friend Zach Lee's world...