So, I’m sitting on the sofa one afternoon, watching one of my favorite shows on Hulu with an ice-cold drink cooling my fingers when my 3-year-old grandson runs up, a light-saber in each little hand, fresh from an imaginary fight with some villain from a netherworld.
He eyed the bottle I was holding, gave me his best look of suffering, and said:
“Grandma, can I have some mountain dude?”
😀

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