A couple of evenings ago we were sitting around the dinner table chatting. The conversation turned to how old everyone was and how we were all related.
I explained to Charlotte that Emmett was the oldest brother, Matthew was the youngest brother and she was the middle sister. I compared them to a sandwich, with the boys bread and she the filling.
We decided the kids were a cheese sandwich, with Charlotte being the cheese. I then asked Charlotte what Daddy was. After a moment of thought she declared that Daddy was a pickle. I then asked her what I was.
"Mommy, you're a carrot!"
So there you go.