The words were out of my mouth...before I gave them a second thought.
If I was wrong...I would 'eat my shirt'.
I was wrong!
How would I keep my word to my granddaughter?
Where there's a will...there's a way.
I invited the girls for dessert.
They had cookies and cinnamon rolls...
I ate my shirt.
Emme helped me get started...
but I think I'll be eating at it for a very long time...
since it was a big shirt.
Sometimes we have to eat our words!