Dear Caden,
We sit down to dinner and you lean over to inspect my plate. You ask me, "I bite Momma's leaves too?" Technically I suppose you are correct, they are lettuce leaves, but I prefer to just call it salad. I give a forkful to you in which you just lick it and state, "I no like leaves." Big surprise.
Love,
Mommy
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