For dinner tonight we had pork roast. After eating one or two bites, Carter took a long break to talk - or fidget - or something. After a while, Jim reminded him to eat...
DADDY: Eat your pork, guy.
CARTER: But I don't like pork.
ME (anxious to get him to finish eating): It's chicken.
Carter takes another bite of his pork. Then, after thinking for a few minutes he turns to me...
CARTER: I think Dad's tricking you. He said this is pork.
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Don't try to get anything past Carter. He knows what's goin' on!
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