It’s raining again, so I let the kids watch some TV this afternoon.
After only a few minutes, Daniel left the room and came to me in earnest. With a serious expression, he — slowly, deliberately, and with painful concentration — said something.
“I …. want … somefing,” he said.
“What do you want, sweetie?”
“I want … cookie … cwunch.”
Thank you, Nickelodeon.