So Davy comes in this afternoon, after the second two-hour playing in the snow stint and asks for hot chocolate. "But not the cheap stuff, Mom," he said, referring to the extra-large container of Nestle-Carnation hot chocolate mix leftover from Laura's Brownie sleepover last month. "I want the real stuff, the one with more flavor." He was talking about the tin of Droste's Dutch cocoa, which I whisk up with milk and sugar, and sometimes even a bit of cream.
And then asked for some homemade brownies to go with them. Five years old and his tastebuds are working just fine!
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