Mom, when you were a little girl, did you have an Easy Bake Oven?, the doll asked. “Well, I think your Aunt Ann Marie had one and we may have shared it, I said. “Did it look just like mine?” “Um, no, it looked more like an oven, less like a microwave” “Mom, a microwave is an oven”, she said with tonal attitude. “You’re right doll, the microwave is an oven, however, when I was a little girl, we didn’t have a microwave. We only had a regular oven”. A look of shock crossed her face. “How did you survive?”
“Mom, I don’t get it”, the boy said. “The pictures on the cover of the brownie mix made those brownies look big and plump, but they weren’t”. Congratulations on your first lesson in the art of mastering, the truth in advertising.
“I could go for a root beer float right about now”, came the boy. The doll, looking over at her brother wondered, “what makes a root beer float so special?” Before I could answer, the boy shot back, “Doll, it’s the frothy foam produced by the root beer, that combines with the ice cream to create a breathtakingly beautiful taste in your mouth.” “But, what makes it so foamy?” she inquired. “Well”, I began before being cut off. “Hayley it’s the chemical reaction caused by the combination of root beer carbonation and ice cream coming in contact with one another…..” Smiling I wondered if he knew how to simplify his description, then reasoned, if he did, it just wouldn’t sound like the boy.