About six years ago, Mama had her nephews, Nick and Noah, over. They were about four and five years old. Mama doesn’t have any human kids, so she didn’t have any toys for them. She decided to make some playdough (after looking up the recipe on the Internet). She, Nick and Noah put the playdough in an empty ice tray and then made little faces with the playdough with toothpicks, raisins and marshmallows. Mama thought those faces were so sweet that she put them on top of the entertainment center.
Later on that night she went to look at the faces again. She noticed that all the faces were missing marshmallows. As she pondered that, she saw me jump up to inspect the faces. She figured out that I took and ate all the marshmallows. That’s how we both discovered that I love marshmallows. Unfortunately, it’s a very rare treat. Oh, they are soooo good!