Saturday morning, while in the middle of fixing breakfast, Margie Grace was insistant on getting into the refrigerator (isn't she always?). I explained to her that I was making her something to eat but that wasn't good enough. "No, no, momma," she kept saying as she was tugging on the refrigerator door. With my leg strategically placed so she couldn't open the door, she became more and more frustrated with me and we reached the brink of a breakdown. So I asked her, rather rhetorically, "What do you possibly need from the refrigerator?" I was quite surprised when she emphatically answered, "I need cheese!!!"
That statement was all it took -- I laughed so hard and quickly stepped aside so the little lady could have her cheese!
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