Yesterday I had dinner with Deana and the kids. As each of us would finish, I would ask for their plates because I had told Deana I would straighten up the kitchen (because I am a very very kind person! Maybe a little modest, too.). As he was finishing his dinner, Zack begins the following conversation:

Zack: Auntie Gina, why do you have three plates?

Gina: Because I’m fat.

I have never heard him laugh so hard and for so long in the whole time I’ve known him! He seriously cracked up.

So, of course, he had to give me his plate too and the conversation continued…….