I went to a local little drive-thru 50s style restaurant for dinner this evening. Fine dining for me and Farrah! I ordered our meals and we pulled up to wait...and wait, and wait, and wait.
Farrah: What's taking so long? This is sooooo boring!
Me: Honey, I ordered the fish sandwich so they had to send someone out to the river to catch it, gut it, and clean it. They're on their way back now to cook it. (All with a straight face)
Farrah: But...wait...what? What??? Huh??
Me: Everything is fresh here, Farrah, so we just have to wait. (Now starting to laugh a little at myself)
Farrah: Mom, are you serious? You're not serious, are you? You're laughing.
Then I burst out laughing hysterically. I kept picturing some guy walking back from the river with a fishing pole and the "catch of the day" and her believing every word. It's just too easy sometimes...and I can be very convincing when telling her stories.