My son pointed to his mouth. Did I know, he asked, what was on the tip of his tongue.
I shook my head. These days it could be anything.
“I don’t know, bud. Whatcha got?”
Only instead of coughing out a rock or part of a paperclip, he touched his tongue and said, “my tasty buddies!”
His eyes expanded with the memory. “They wake up,” he said, “when I lick a candy cane.”