“Mom! We have chocolate Jello?” asked Wildman incredulously on Sunday afternoon as if I’d been keeping it a secret.
“Um, I don’t think there is such a thing as chocolate Jello. Did you find some pudding in the pantry? Let me see the box,” I said trying to imagine a clear, gelatinous brown blob.
He shoves the box at me. “See, the box says ‘chocolate’ and ‘Jello’. I want to make chocolate Jello. Let’s do it, Mom! Let’s make chocolate Jello.”
“The brand is Jello but this is chocolate pudding,” I tell him.
“Can we make it?” he asks again.
“Sure.”
“I want to pour in the milk. Can I pour in the milk? Ohh, the mixer! Can I use the mixer? I want to use the mixer. And lick the beaters! I want to taste the pudding after it’s all mixed up! Mom! I want to sit on the counter. Can I pour in the milk?”
Adventures of Four 