Little B and Simone walked to the store to get a treat. As he stood in line with Mom, sipping on his pink slushy, a well intentioned matronly woman approached the little guy.
"Hi, Cutie," she said. "Do you know what I'm drinking?"
Little B stared at her, stone-faced. He slurped on his slushy. "No," he admitted at last.
"I'm drinking a milkshake," said the red-haired woman. She smiled and eyed the cashier but the line wasn't moving forward. "Can you say 'milkshake'?"
Little B took another sip. "Milkshake," said little B.
"Very good!" Enthused the matron.
Little B nodded, accepting the compliment.
"I'm drinking a slushy," he told her. "Can YOU say 'slushy'?"
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