Dear Daughter (5 yo), eating a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich: "I'm going to trick my friends tomorrow! I'm going to say I've got a blood sandwich!"
Me, stifling the tremendous urge to cry buckets of tears of pride: "What kind of blood?"
Me, nearly faint with pride at this point: "Why not say 'mmm, I can't tell if this is sheep's blood and peanut butter or horse's blood and peanut butter'?"
DD: "I know!! I'll say it's every kind of blood! Even frog's blood!!"
Me: "Yes, that will be fun."
I sure hope this is the best story all year from her Kindergarten class.