Is it wrong to amuse yourself with pop-culture references at your children's expense? 'Cause if it is, I don't want to be right.
Today, at the breakfast table:
Me (placing plates on the table): Here you go. Toasted bagel with cheese for Leah, and peanut butter toast for Rachel.
Rachel: Mmmmm. Peanut butter. I love peanut butter. I love it when it's all melty on the toast*. I love the smell of peanut butter in the morning.
Me: Does it smell like victory?
Me: Never mind.
*Please note that Rachel, like her mother, recognizes the superiority of materials being applied to hot, as opposed to cold, toast.