You have this comedic and story-telling ability that's hard to explain. You constantly tell elaborate stories about stuff that makes no sense but is so intriguing we have to keep listening. You're so serious in your story telling and your eyes twinkle when you get to the end and we all know you're just being silly.
"It's true," you tell us. And we all laugh.
So today mama tells you and Max how I helped at Las Paletas when the two of us were dating.
"I was good at putting them in wrappers," I said. "I was good at tasting them too."
Max added "I'd be good at that too."
And then you (after a short pause) said "I think I'd be good at taking them out of wrappers."
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