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Carson has been known to to take considerable offense at what I get dressed in.

Anyone take objection to that greeny-blue colour, the sort of seaweedy colour? Carson did. Mom! He said. Take top off! Carson goes rooting in my wardrobe pile of clothes on the floor. What’s wrong with my top? I ask. Leaves! he says. So? I ask. Looks like leaves! He says.

I remember a traumatic toddler experience a few weeks ago when I offered Carson a bit of arugula, and his horrified expression that anyone could eat leaves.

Carson picks a pink shirt. I get changed. I’m a wuss, I think.

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