"I Smell Fries"

Yesterday before picking up Addie from her babysitter's house I hurried to Chick-fil-A to grab a chicken sandwich, fries, and Coke. I was running a bit behind so I ate in the car as I drove to get Addie. Unfortunately all the stoplights were green on the way so I didn't finish my food until just prior to pulling in the driveway (after briefly pulling over in front of some stranger's house to scarf down the remaining bites). I knew I had to finish my food or else Addie would hound me for some and I was really hungry. So I hid my garbage on the floor in front of the passenger's seat hoping that Addie wouldn't catch a glimpse.

As I was putting Addie in her car seat, which is placed behind the passenger seat, she muttered something. I asked her what she said to which she replied, "I want fries." I said, "You want fries?" She answered that in the affirmative. So I buckled her in and went around to my door and sat down hoping she was done with the grand inquisition. I looked back and she scrunched her face up and started sniffing and saying, "I smell fries. I smell kick-en (translation--chicken)."

It was then that I knew I was busted and would never get away with anything from this point on.