Whispering, “No, buddy,” I moved him up on my hip. “Don’t even think about it.”
With large brown eyes and an air of innocence, my son looked up at me.
With a pout, he remarked, “But they’re sour worms, Mommy,”

Whispering, “No, buddy,” I moved him up on my hip. “Don’t even think about it.”
With large brown eyes and an air of innocence, my son looked up at me.
With a pout, he remarked, “But they’re sour worms, Mommy,”
