I hate the words “soap” and “soup” because I never say them right. I always ask my kids “Did you wash our hands with soup?” That makes Annabelle laugh so hard and say “Wahahaha, mommy it’s soap, not  soup!” Or sometimes I tell my nanny to cook a pot of vegetable soap. Then she replies with her heavy Spanish accent, “There is lavendar soap, jasmine soap, but not vegetable soap!” Okay, she didn’t say that. I made it up.

The other day when we were at our favorite restaurant Souplantation, I asked Annabelle to please pass the pepper. This little girl told me “it’s pepPER, not pepPA.”  Okay, I SUCK. Hands down.

This is how Annabelle drink her chicken noodle soup…

Christian will work for soup…

And Ricky’s favorite appetizer…

I wish they have Asian Ginger soup everyday. I can eat six bowls of that.

Happy Monday!