Vagaries of the Young and Hungry

Tonight, between dinner and bedtime, Thyme disappeared into the kitchen. A moment later, he returned to the living room, holding a large box of sopressata.

"Didn't you already brush your teeth?" I asked. Both boys have been debriefed on the threat that sugar poses to teeth.

He nodded vigorously. At that point, Sage piped up.

"It's hot sopressata, not sweet."