If you say "shrimp" Summer will stop whatever she is doing and ask you for some. She loves anything with shrimp. She has been that way ever since she was little. Walking into the kitchen fresh from her bath, she saw her daddy working on the shells in the sink the other night. As if she has done this every night, Summer pulls out the stool from the pantry, sets it next to her daddy by the sink. It is soo cute to see Summer get right into business with a serious face. And, let me tell you, she is a pro at this. I get all squirmy peeling thawed shrimp but not my Summer.
