#46

Jack likes cotton candy.

Seeing as how cotton candy is 100% super-refined sugar, and 105% pure evil, his mom (wisely?) has limited consumption of said confection to the first Coney Island trip of the season. This would be more manageable were it not for the hordes of cotton-candy vendors that descend upon our fair Borough every summer like a plague of locusts, hawking not only the standard red and blue varieties of CC, but PURPLE as well.

Jack's favorite color.

Jack wants purple cotton candy. Mom stands firm.

Jack delivers an ultimatum, phrased in his sweet, lilting voice:

"But mommy, if I can't have purple cotton candy, I'm going to break down ALL the walls in the WHOLE WORLD!"

My wife is quick:

"But Jack, if you knock down all the walls, what will happen to the windows?"

Jack, though he has to tip his head to the side like the RCA dog to think about it for a bit, is also quick:

"I guess I'll have to build columns to hold the windows up."

Thus distracted by his new engineering project, he drops the request for cotton candy...