We are driving home in the afternoon. “What would you like for goûter? (snack time)?”
“Cookies!!” Mpants exclaims right off the bat.
“Chocolate eggs!” Exclaims Jman (on a chocolate high from Easter).
“Raspberry purée?” I offer as a solution.
Something between the two demands.
Exactly like their mother, they looooovvvveee all things raspberry. I have been hiding these small pots of raspberry sauce (you know..apple sauce, but with raspberries). I planned to eat them surreptitiously… Myself. But, I hadn’t shopped for quite a few days and was out of alternatives.
“Yayaaaaay! Raspberry purée!” They shout. Excited at the thought.
And I start singing: “Raspberry purée”… To the tune of Prince’s “Raspberry Beret”. And the boys are singing it with me:
“Rasp-berry purée!” We sing at the top of our lungs.
“Rasp-berry purée!”
Me: “Haha. Let’s find that song on the Youtube and play it on the radio. You’ll love it!” Thinking that I can stream it to the sound system in the car when I do find it.
Jman: “What’s a radio?”
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