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)