As I write Ramona is in my lap, lobbying to eat a piece of candy for breakfast dessert. It lemon candy. Here are some of the thing she is saying:
"It's only oatmeal buttercup." [=butterscotch]
"Its only a suckermint." [=a cough drop, the only "candy" ever eaten in the morning]
"It is open on both ends. It will pop out if I don't eat it."
"I really want to eat it."
I stood my ground.
"I guess I'll give all my toys away and die. You should put the candy up high so I won't want it."
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