I get a text from Scott asking me to pick up a few groceries before I come back to Brooklyn from Long Island. I scan it quickly, not really registering anything for now.
Kiki had been playing, but comes up to me and glances at the phone right before I turn it off.
"I don't like lettuce."
"Lettuce?!? Kiki, why are you talking about lettuce." I don't remember what's on the grocery list, but I know it started with lettuce. "Kiki, can you read???"
Silence....
"Kiki, look at the list -- do you see the word lettuce?"
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