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We buy naan from Trader Joe’s. Savannah is a big fan of both chicken curry and the garlic naan. Seth likes naan too, but he’s been asking to have it with a schmear of cream cheese. I had told him that you don’t put cream cheese on naan.

Today he asked again. Savannah told him, “Indians don’t have cream cheese.”

Me - “Oh, they probably have something like it.”

Savannah - “I wish I was Indian.”

Me - “Oh yeah? How come? ‘Cause they have all the good food?”

Seth, pouting - “I don’t wish I was Indian.”

Me - “How come?”

Seth - ” ‘Cause I want cream cheese on my naan.”

I gave in. It was odd, the cream cheese wanted to slide around on the naan, but he enjoyed it and asked for more.

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The last time we got a watermelon, it rolled around the garage until it rotted. We forgot about it. That four dollars would’ve been better spent if I’d cut it into paper dolls.

So they talked me into it again. I think my children like the idea of getting a watermelon. We only get about one watermelon each summer. We cut one a couple of summers ago but didn’t finish it.

So to make sure it gets eaten, or at least cut into, I brought it into the kitchen and said, “You know how bananas and apples get boo boos? Well, we’re not going to play with the watermelon. We’re going to put him in his watermelon corner. You can talk to the watermelon.”

Seth thought this was a great idea. “I love you watermelon. You’re the best buddy in the world.” Of course, it’s just food, that’s how a minute later he could get away with (playfully) saying, “You’re stupid. I hate you watermelon.”

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“Ring around the rosey, a hoppa fulla tosey”

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