An exchange with my seven-year-old son this evening as we entered a Mexican restaurant:
"Dad, can I have a churro?"
"Come on, kiddo -- it's nothing but sugar and flour and vegetable oil."
"So?"
"It's not good for you."
"But it tastes good."
"Yes, but it'll make your stomach hurt and you'll go bonkers from the sugar tonight."
[Long pause]
"Well, I can live with that."
Epilogue: He didn't get the churro.
