Elephant Ear

We went downtown every night to watch my mom and sisters dance.
On Friday night we all shared an Elephant Ear (except James, he doesn't like cinnamon).

"I want some"

"I really do want some"

"Told you I wanted some"

"Ok, I guess I didn't really want it"

"Well, maybe I will give it another try"

"I guess the taste grows on you"

I only let her lick a little of it.  She didn't actually eat an elephant ear.

Later that night I was telling the girls that an elephant ear was like cinnamon sugar toast.  Annabelle said, "Except it is an ear."

That should hold us until next year.