The three of us went out with Anya’s aunt Samantha for dinner this evening. I had a bowl of soup with my meal. Anya’s eyes got wide when she spotted the soup: “Want! Want! Want!”

The soup was too hot for Anya, and she wanted it now. I took my teaspoon, dipped it in my glass of water, and hoped for the best as I offered it to her.

Anya loved her special soup. And ate quite a bit.