Even the Sweetest Love Needs a Sprinkle of Salt
Words of wisdom and laughter from a 2.5-year-old
Early in the morning, my son gulps at his breakfast amaranth porridge. -What’s in it, mommy? -Hmm… amaranth and quince jam, honey. Do you like it? -Is that all? -Yes. Feels too tasty to believe it only has two ingredients? Disbelief spreads across his sweet, jam-filled little face. -Oh, wait, I forgot. I also put a lot of love. -What kind of love, mommy? -You know, mommy love, my special love for you. Can you feel its taste? Silence and poker face. Then, the answer came: -Mommy, next time, please sprinkle some salt on it!
