We were at a restaurant recently and Sean was busy playing with the
poison pink/yellow/blue packets. He was angling to dump one or seven packets into his drink, my drink or anyone else’s drink that was within reach.
AM: (removing the chariot of aspartame to a nearby table): Sean, stop with the packets.
Sean: Why? Papa Ed drinks sweet tea. I want sweet tea like Papa Ed.
AM: You can have some sugar if you want, but this stuff — it’s not good for you. We don’t eat it. We only eat the natural stuff that God made.
Sean: Oh! Like Cheetos!
AM: Touche my friend. Well played.