Max has inherited my love of chocolate, an addiction we both come by naturally as I inherited it from my mother and she from hers, and so on, so forth. A few nights ago, I gave him a chocolate ball for dessert.
Max: "Mommy, what can I have for dessert tonight?"
Me: "One of the chocolates from Julia's?"
Max: "Oh yes, I like those" (helping himself to one and eating it)
A few minutes later, Max wanders into the kitchen, where I am cleaning up:
Max: "Mommy, you know, I was eating that chocolate, I had it in my mouth, and I just kept thinking to myself 'I cannot believe this is mild chocolate'"
Me (laughing): "As opposed to what Max??"
Max: " I don't know Mommy, I was just thinking about that"
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