No. 3, while merrily consuming the jelly beans I won from being on the team with the friendliest pumpkin (although this is apparently -- and sadly -- disputed), flippantly gave homage to the wonders of watermelon-flavored candy.
I was, and am, shocked.
Watermelon-flavored candy -- ICK.
I had just opened Blogger in order to vent my horror when my mom came in and picked out a black jelly bean. "No!!!" howled No. 3 in tones of protective prevention, "That's black licorice!"
"I love black licorice," came the nonplussed reply.
I used to think I fit in with this family. But now . . . now I don't know . . .
Then again, maybe the point of a big family is having enough people that ALL the Jelly Bellies get eaten. This, I think, merits careful thought.