During dinner Monday night I placed a few raw baby carrots on Miss A’s plate as I wanted her to eat something orange this week besides candy corn. (Oh sweet nectarine of the Halloween ghosts and ghoulies and primo potty training bribe material. You pee in the potty around here and you get two candy corns! I hear a poop goes for half a dozen!)

Miss A’s eyes opened wide, she smiled and then exclaimed, “CHEETOS!” as she reached for a carrot.

I did not correct her.

And she ate them.