On Magic Potions and Super Spies

Welcome to summer at my house.

Yesterday, Owen and Max made "potions" in our front yard, a variation on mud pies, I suppose. They filled a few old plastic bottles with their nefarious concoctions, and when I asked what was in the bottles, Owen replied, "magic potions."

"Oh," I said. "Potions. Sweet. What do they do?"

"Turn you into a gorilla," he said.

Me: whistle. "I guess I shouldn't drink it, then."

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