As I was fixing my coffee at church this morning, a little girl about four years old was fixing her iced tea with the help of her father.
Dad: Here’s some sugar, honey. (Hands her the white sugar packet.)
Girl: No, Daddy, I want the pink one. (Grabs a handful of Sweet ‘N Low.)
Dad: Oh, of course. …I don’t think you need quite that many, honey.
Girl: But I’ve had more than that before. It tasted like pancake syrup!
Dad: Well, okay. I’m so glad your mother’s not here right now.