Peppermint Soup and Unicorn Sandwiches
Peppermint soup, unicorn sandwiches, and broth for the gods.
I look at the second grader, who gives me giant pony-tailed nods.
Of course we can do it, I tell her. Have I ever let you down?
She begins clapping and dancing, and twirls around.
Unicorn sandwiches have unicorns in them? I fearfully ask.
She giggles uncontrollably, for I do not understand this great task.
Peanut butter and jelly, with sprinkles on them, she replies.
I should have guessed that. She makes one in front of my eyes.
Does peppermint soup have anything other than peppermint?
She glares at me with her little girl stare, as ebony as flint.
Water? I guess. But I am wrong she lets me quickly know.
We have to sprinkle glitter in it she says, a big smile in tow.
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