Sit down, we need to talk.

Briana and I were upstairs brushing her teeth before bed. On our way down the stairs she stops, sits down, and says very seriously "Sit down Mom, we need to talk."

So being the ever obedient mom that I am, I sat down, wondering what on earth could be so serious that we need to sit on the stairs and talk about it.

She says "Mom, that toothpaste tastes like watermelon."

The End.