"Mama," my nine-year-old son said. "I'm going to make a sundae."
I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"
"Yep. I'll show you when I'm done." He went to work.
Fifteen minutes later he brought his concoction over to me. "What do you think?"
I took a look. And I didn't see one speck of ice cream. What I did see was peanuts, a red sauce that looked quite a bit like ketchup, and some white flakey things. "Dude, we don't have snow in Georgia, so what the heck are those flakey things?"
"Onions? You made an onion, peanut, ketchup sundae?"
"Yeah, Mama. You should try some. It's good!"