Kevin saw a jar of jalepenos that I had in the fridge and started asking for "pickles." I told him, "These aren't pickles, they're spicy." He insisted that he wanted one, so I gave in, thinking he'd take one lick and not want anymore. Instead, he ate the entire thing with a grin on his face and kept telling us he was eating "a spicy."
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