While eating Chinese food, L said to me:
"Mommy, can I have this cracker?"
"It's not a cracker, it's a cookie, but you can have it."
He carefully opens the package, smells it, and then breaks it open in preparation to feast.
Suddenly, he says in a voice full of disappointment, "Oh man, mine has a tag in it. Here you go, Mommy."
"Honey," I explained, "It's not a tag, it's a fortune because it's a fortune cookie.
"Oh," he replied surprised, "Well, they shouldn't be putting paper in food. Someone might eat it."
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