A small boy sits on my couch and watches Sesame Street. He and his baby sister come to my house two days a week so their mom can study.
He eats Corn Pops from a small ziploc.
He says to me, “Emily [baby sister] can’t eat Corn Pops.”
Except he transposes the first letters of the words “corn” and “pops” and sends me into gales of laughter.