The five-year-old neighbor boy, Riley, was our guest for lunch today. He's a unique fellow--husky, sensitive and quick to blush. I fed the boys Italian Wedding Soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.
Riley said, "I don't like soup."
"Well, just try it Riley. You might like it. It has little meatballs in it, and spinach, like Popeye eats."
Riley tried it and then said, with great anguish on his face: "I'm so confused."
Oh, dear Riley. If you're confused about soup, I'm afraid you're going to have a long road ahead of you in this life.
6:08:47 PM
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