Last weekend, I decided it was time to clean out our snack cupboard of all the open boxes of processed foods that we’ve tried and rejected over the past few months.
Mommyo, surveying the wasteland of rejected snacks: “The Six-Year-Old, do you like these Granola-Bars-of-Dubious-Origin?”
The Six-Year-Old, with feeling: “I hate them!”
Mommyo, musingly: “I bought them because Someone-We-Know loves them. But I don’t really like them either. Maybe I’ll put them in the car and hand them out instead of money to homeless people we pass on the streets.”
The Six-Year-Old, horrified: “What a terrible thing to do to someone!”
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