Zoe and I are singing “Let it Go” at the top of our lungs.
– No right or wrong, no rules for me. I’m free!
– Mommy, it’s not like that. It’s not “free”. It’s “bree”.
– Hmmm, but she’s talking about how now she is finally free… and anyways, what is “bree”?
– It’s like this: “No right or wrong, no rules for me. It’s brie!” She’s talking about cheese.
Looks like Princess Elsa was letting go of her diet!
Clearly, in this house, we talk more about food than about freedom.
Family T 
Me encantan las conversaciones que tienen!!! Incluyendo el quesito.
Te extranamos Georgina! Seguimos yendo a “tu casa” pero no te encontramos mas ahi …. Besos!!
I DON´T BLAME THE CHILD…..AFTER ALL…HER FATHER IS FRENCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And honestly, between brie and freedom, I would think twice 🙂 !!!!