Last night, I had an exchange of intelligent discussion with my daughter. I brought home a strawberry flavoured Fruit-tella. It must have been in the bottom of my office handbag days before, can’t remember when really.
Pristine is not used to us bringing candies at home. Believe or not, she must be the only child who is not a big fan of candies or lollipops, bubble gums and even cotton candies. She eats sweet stuffs but don’t go looking for them.
When I sorted out my handbag last night to decide what to do with all the bus tickets dating as early as March, Fruit-tella came out. My daughter picked it up and curious as she is, asked me to open one (though the whole package is still intact, there were just two cubes left). Her eyes lit up as if saying, hmm, this is new mom, not a hard candy!
I told her it’s Fruit-tella. Her eyebrows met.
“Fruits-tella?” she asked.
“No honey, FRUIT-TELLA. No S.”
“(Skeptical) NOO! Fruits-tella. See? (pointing at the strawberry drawing)” Look at the strawberry mom, fruits!! Fruits-tella!!”