The Prank

My sweet faced son stood before me, his impatience obvious as he bounced from foot to foot waiting for me to put down my book. "Mama, where do jellybeans come from?" he finally blurted out, his curiosity almost consuming him.

I lowered my book. "When a jelly meats a bean and get married, they make little jellybeans," I responded, careful to ensure an authoritative  and trustworthy quality to my voice and that the smirk didn't make it to my lips.

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