Sometimes it's better not to know. Trust me.

A beaming Clayton opens the screen door and holds up a Grasshopper

"Look What I caught Mom!  Can I EAT him?"

I assume the look of a deer caught in headlights; looking for a safe corner to dart unnoticed

"Ummm......


I'd prefer if you didn't?"


Clay: "Okay then.  I'll eat him!"


I think we understood each other perfectly. 
I didn't have a good reason for saying no,
and couldn't bring myself to say yes.
He knew he had the silent permission.
I never asked how it... (gulp) went,
but heard him telling Auntie Hannah that it was "gooey".
I bet.
I'm thankful to know without having to try it myself.

Boys.  What would life be without them?