Hair mints

The A-Train, at three years old, is constantly making new connections. This morning I gave him a cinnamon mint about the size of a tic-tac. He exclaimed over its pinkness and inquired as to how it was made. I explained that it involved cinnamon, sugar, water, and a mold to give it its shape.

He was quiet for a few seconds, then ...

"I really like hair mints," he said. Excuse me?

"Hair mints. Remember when we went to the fair with Peter and Samuel and Craig and Karen, and we had hair mints? Those were really good."

Oh. Pink stuff that looked like hair, from the fair?

"Yes. It was really good." That's called cotton candy.

Hair mints is one that I would not have come up with. I would not trade these conversations for all of the gold in the world.