This afternoon, I was reading Pinochio for Sonny boy, in preparation for his afternoon nap.
When we came to the part where the the fairy tells Pinochio that each time he told a lie, his nose would grow longer, he grew thoughtful. I could almost see the wheels clicking in his active little brain.
"Amma," he started.
I waited for the momentous announcement.
"Amma, you buy me Pepsodent, OK."
"Huh?"
"Boys who brush with Pepsodent don't tell lies."
4 months ago
