Rice and Beans

Last week, as I was preparing Katy for bed, I was talking out loud to her about what I would make for dinner the next day.  I knew I was going to make beans.  I asked Katy what I should make to go with the beans and then said, "Beans and . . ."  Before I could finish my sentence, Katy said, "Rice."  Either I feed Katy beans and rice too often, or her Daddy's heritage runs thick in her blood.

Drinking coconut milk.