Scene: Bedroom. Eating mashed pumpkin.
Me: Little One, will cinnamon make me stay up all night?
Little One: Umm, a) don't be an idiot. And b) if anything's going to make you stay up all night, it's going to be all the sugar in there.
Me: THERE'S SUGAR IN HERE?!
Little One: Yeah, can't you taste it?
Me: No. I spilled the whole jar of cinnamon on this. I can't taste anything.
And this, Internet, is why I shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen. Ever.
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