Born in a Barn

Back to back postings...yep, it was that kind of day.

While eating supper, I look over and see S is shoveling food in with her fingers despite the numerous times we have worked on using utensils. In my most nurturing tone of voice, and being the super mom of the year (still waiting on my trophy, crown, and sash), I tell her to "Please use your fork...after all, were you born in a barn?"

She looks at me with head tilted and asks, "What does "born in a barn" mean"?

I tell her it means that she is eating like an animal.

To which she pauses, then asks, "Wasn't Jesus born in a barn??

Touche. I need to find a new colloquialism.