Last night at the dinner table, Dad decides to have a little fun with the apples. Anna and I sit on either side of him, and he was playfully shoving the sliced apples in our faces and calling us Apple Cheeks. Well, one time I blocked it and the apple fell into my lap, and I said to Dad jokingly, "Oh, great one!"
Dad turns right around with what I said and says, "Rachel, you shouldn't think so highly of me."
I just had to laugh.