Lyla got a thing of stickers from her daycare teachers along with three pieces of chocolate. She ate one in the car, and then Julie managed to talk her through the trauma of not getting a second.
By the time they got home, the thought of chocolate had formed a seal around the pea-sized rational sector of Lyla's brain. We relented. Lyla won. What are you going to do? Sometimes the closest path to pasta is chocolate.
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