While Maggie is still a long, long way from becoming a teenager, I still read with baited breath when clues for keeping her hanging out around the house and, you know, near me in fifteen years are being carelessly (or carefully) thrown about the Internet for anybody to see.
The Redneck Mommy provided just such a hint the other day. Lunch meat. Who knew?
I now have to hope that Maggie doesn’t become a vegetarian. Because if she abhors the lunch meat, who knows where she’ll end up hanging out?