A Quickly Fading Flower

So today Zoe didn't want to eat supper. How can someone not want to eat deer roast with mashed potatoes, deer gravy and corn?? Silly kid. I walked over ten minutes later and saw that her food was disappearing rather quickly. Much to my suprise she said it was really good.

Me: See? I told you it was really good. Aren't I always right?
Zoe shakes her head yes.
Sage: Well, you're not always right.
Me: Sage! Who am I?
Drey: You are a quickly fading flower, Mom.
Me: Thanks, Drey. Now, be quiet. You are not part of this conversation. Sage, I am your mother, therefore I am always right.
Sage: No, you're not. You call me a dork sometimes and a dork is a whale's penis. Do you see me on a whale anywhere?

And yes, I know that the term dork can be debated on whether or not it is what a whale's penis is called, but to any extent, this is what came out of my almost ten year old's mouth at the supper table. On a Sunday at that.

Gotta love it.