Max and her big sister spend the evenings with my mom at her house on hockey practice nights. On these evenings, my mom’s roommate and friend Kelly makes her awesome chili. Max was only allowed to eat chili once. Bad, bad idea.
With chili simmering away on the stove, Max sat at the table devouring her turkey, tomatoes, blueberries and cheese. Her favorite dinner. Kelly walked over to put something on the table and noticed a unique odor.
“Bethany, what’s that smell?” she asked with a grin.
“It’s my butt, Kelly.” Max answered simply.
Own it, girl.