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...
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