They're all arrayed out in front of us, the colours of the rainbow, in order. The packet must hold about twenty of them, all different colours and better yet, flavours. There's chocolate and strawberry and apple and blackberry, we have't worked out the others ones yet, but we will, given a little more time and munching.
Half an hour later and we both feel pretty ill, we think we might die but we are trying not to discuss that possability, it's too dire. So we lie on my pink carpet groaning in misery and trying not to think about it instead.
We have of course by this point decided we sorely regret our actions, but we have also worked out that the chocolate one tastes the best. The nibble marks are more obvious on that one.
Feeling somewhat better, we carefully pack away the multi-coloured set, ready for the next time the inclination strikes us to consume the flavourful objects.
We are five years old, and have happily eaten our way through my flavoured lipbalm set.
