Sometime in the summer there was an incident where you told me you ate a grasshopper. Your sister insisted that you didn’t. although I don’t really know who to believe, I tell myself that Niki was telling the truth.
It makes me feel better, okay!
Anyway. Since then whenever you are hungry, you walk up to me and say in the cutest little voice:
“The grasshopper is hurting my belly. It’s hungrrrry!”