




Today I told a group of 8 year-olds to dream up a list of incongruous things. Like gummi bear toilets. Or Cheez Wiz ears. Or potato skin bears. Towards the end of our sharing though, a young one stood and quite proudly said, vegetarian cookies. I thought for a second and then said, you mean, like cookies made from vegetarians? And she said, no, vegetarian cookies. I said, well, those are real...in fact, most cookies are. To which she replied scoffing, BJ, you can't make cookies without bacon soda.
I was taken aback, totally.
You know what, I said, I'mma let you have that one.
But as the day has worn on, I'm wondering; is that a joke? Did I get played by an 8 year-old?
Did I? I mean, that's almost too perfect, right?
Help me.
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