From the Mouths of Babes

Last night as I was eating dinner I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door to see five adorable children and fat dog, wriggling on a leash. They wanted to know if the dog was mine and I replied that he wasn't. I asked if they needed help to find his owner (though they seemed more than capable) and they said they didn't. Right before they walked away the smallest kid threw his hands in the air and yelled, "We're just trying to get good caramel!"

It took me a minute and then I realized he meant - karma.

Aren't we all sweetie, aren't we all.