So today in the playground a little girl comes up to my clutch of adults. She approaches the bag of snack I've opened, snack being crackers and some weird Whole Foods version of goldfish which are gold ducks my kids don't really like. She's maybe 6. She looks at me because she's about to dive in, and I'm fine with her diving in, but I'm nervous, so I say, with great enthusiasm, "That's fine! Do you have any allergies?"
Never mind at dinner where I found myself repeating, with greater and greater urgency: "Don't put your truck in your lemonade!" I mean, what if the truck were allergic to lemons?
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