The boys were on their youth group retreat, Rich was flying in from California so I decided to get a cheesesteak for dinner. Maryn and I got home and I got her plate ready, but she wouldn't have anything to do with her plate. She carried on and I couldn't understand what she wanted. She kept pointing to my plate, though she had the same things I had. Finally, I just handed her my cheesesteak...yup, that's what she wanted! The sandwich is about as big as she is!
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