So all day A told everyone who would listen that we were having "Sheffard's" pie for dinner.
J asked her before dinner what we were going to have and she proudly announced, "Sheffard's pie". J said, "Do you mean Sheppard's pie?" She said, "No, Sheffard's Pie".
She watched us saute the onions, garlic, mushrooms, and green bell peppers. She handed dad potatoes to peel. She watched us brown the ground beef. She stood on the chair chattering all about "Sheffard's" pie as we put it in the crust, topped it with the mashed potatoes with the rest of the veggies and stuck it in the oven.
She sat down at the table and we put her Sheppard's pie in front of her and she said, "Hey, this isn't Sheffard's pie!"
J said, "What is Sheffard's pie supposed to be?"
A answered, "Chocolate!"