We just ate Vietnamese take-out last night, so I thought I’d tell you about this little interaction Ernie and I had one morning when I was driving him to “kids camp” in Minnesota:
Ernie: [long soliloquy on the many wondrous features of cotton candy ice cream in a transparent attempt to get a cone at the end of the day]
Me: uh-huh
Ernie: Mama, do you love cotton candy ice cream?
Me: Sweetie, not really. It’s just too sweet for me.
Ernie: No, Mama. I know you don’t like how it tastes. But do you like how beautiful it is?
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