Scene: Backyard BBQ on a lovely warm Spring Saturday. People are standing around chatting with snacks and drinks. There is a large bowl of bright orange puffed corn “cheese” snack on the table. Ima is indulging in this bad snack.
Curly, eyeing the bowl curiously: “Ima, what’s that?”
Ima, thinking fast: “They’re worms.”
Ima, crunching and licking the orange powder from her fingers: “Yes, crispy fried worms. Do you want one?”
Curly: “NO, eww.”
I’m betting when he figures out they’re not actually worms, he’s going to be pretty mad. But maybe he’ll still never want to eat them.