A Brookie-ism

While driving home from a neighbor's house in the car and I asked, "How's everybody?" to which Brookie replied emphatically: "Not well!" I asked her what was wrong and this was her reply: "I can't get my grola bar out of the grola sack!" So classic. She frequently says "not well" when you ask her how she's doing, then comes up with something really funny to explain why. Wish I could remember them all. I did like how she described the problem unwrapping her granola bar this time though. :) That's our Brookie!