When I cleaned his face off after lunch, he burst into real, completely harrowed sobs. I was alarmed. "What happened, honey?" I asked. "Oh, what's the matter?" Tears mixing with the mayonnaise and blueberry juice on his cheeks, he wailed, "Want yummy STAY my face!"
(Now there is yummy all over my clothes, too. And the couch. And some of the walls.)
