Nariah asked me to cut her an apple for part of her dinner.
“Do you want to eat it whole or in slices?”
“I want it whole daddy, so can you just cut the skin off please?”
As I peel the skin, Nariah starts talking in a mousy whiny voice “Somebody help me please… help me! It hurts! Save me!!!”
Then in a deep voice she proclaims, “No way, you’re going to be my supper!” and laughs heartily.
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grillsidestories 
Ummm, yeah….as if you didn’t know already, no Maury DNA test necessary. Nariah is definitely your child..lol and smh
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hahahahahah, we should go on that show tho, i could have fun with it, hahaha
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