L'il C and I were playing in the yard yesterday afternoon. I just bought her this really cool bubble wand for Easter. We were having a good time.

I would blow the bubbles and she would run and chase them and pop them. I began to have a delima. I told her that when I blew them high they would blow away and she couldn't reach them. And if I blew them too low they would pop on the grass before she could catch them.

She looked at me with all sincerety and said, "Well, mom...why don't you just blow them medium rare???"