So there we were, the cubs and I, having dinner at Smorgys when one of my little loves casts a solemn gaze at me over his dessert.
"I'm going to sacrifice this jelly." he intones then plunges his spoon (which he'd been holding dagger-style over the bowl) into the quivering pink heart of the sweet...
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What? Don't look at me - I've got no idea where they get it from!