My son was taking a bath with mom and when I walked in the bathroom, I could smell the sweet fragrance of his fruity shampoo.
“It smells like yummy watermelon,” I said in a big-bad-wolf like voice. “I’m going to EAT YOU UP!”
“Oh noooo nooooo,” he replied sheepishly with deep concern. “If you eat me, there will be no more me.”
How can you argue with that?
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