Me: Weren’t those pork chops great?
Bethany: Yeah! They were big and juicy!
Me: Dad sure does make a good pork chop.
Bethany: Don’t be silly. Dad’s not a pork chop. He’s a human.
Me: Well, that’s true. I stand corrected. Do you think I would make a good pork chop?
Bethany: Nah! You’d make a better taco.
Me: Why is that?
Bethany: You’re kinda saucy and cheesy, and you can’t get your act together.
Truer words were never spoken.
(Autism can’t stop this cool kid)