Julia went to the "hair shop" today for a "yitto twim," and came home with a delicious "yowiepop" (lollipop) - one of those tiny DumDum-brand things that must be part of the Small Business Administration's ServicEconomyStartrPak - everyone seems to hand them out to kids.
Anyhow, as is the convention in our house, Julia was able to have her little prize along with dinner, and did a great job of (sloooowly) eating her veggies and bread as well as the "yowiepop." Things were winding down when her mom encouraged her to save the half-gone treat for snacktime tomorrow.
As you'd expect, she popped it back in her mouth for one last taste, but then discovered that if she bit down she could break off little pieces and could chew them up "just yike food!" So she did. Apart from post-mastication confusion as to how the hell a long white stick got in her mouth, I haven't seen a more delighted little kid since... well, since yesterday, when she got a new Berenstain Bears book.
Watching scenes like this, I can never decide if it would be heaven or hell to be so easily and frequently delighted at the shape of the world.