I went to Whole Foods this morning for some important items: a carmelita, Parmigiano, and some ramps. When I got back, I made the mistake of telling Iris about the carmelita.
> **Iris:** Did you get two?
> **Me:** No, just one.
> **Iris:** Where is it?
> **Me:** In my tummy.
> **Iris:** Did you get me a treat?
> **Me:** I got some ramps. That’s a treat.
> **Iris:** I needed a special treat and ramps are a scary treat.
> **Me:** (laughing)
> **Iris:** No, really, they are.
So we went to QFC for some popsicles. When Laurie got home…
> **Iris:** Mama, we got popsicles!
> **Laurie:** What flavor?
> **Iris:** Sugar.
Bingo! Iris is such a smart lady!
Actually, when I asked my son what flavor popsicle he wanted (displaying raspberry, strawberry and orange) he proudly shouted, “Red!” I explained that Red wasn’t a flavor, he wasn’t buying it. sigh