Mud

 

I stood at the kitchen sink, digging milky residue from the crevices of a sippy cup lid with a paring knife, while my pixie ate her cereal.

“What does mud taste like?”

“Like wet dirt.”

“What does wet dirt taste like?”

“Mud.”

“What does mud taste like?”

sigh. “Have you ever tasted dirt?”

“Yeah.”

“Like that. Only goopy like old oatmeal. Not dry.”

It hadn’t occurred to me until just now that I actually DO know what mud tastes like. She may be my child after all.

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