Now that Chipmunk is halfway through Kindergarten, I have a lot of conversations with him about stuff I only imagined asking him about two or three years ago. The other night, we hunkered down for a “cuddle nap” while his little brother napped. I curled up around him and asked, “How does it feel being allergic to peanuts?”
He paused for a second, thinking, and said, “It’s fine! I sure am happy I’m not allergic to pepperoni pizza, because I love pepperoni pizza.”
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