These are real tears. Real tears that I shed because for easily a second or two, I was without my favorite food, pears. Pears are truly wonderful, yet they are covered in a skin that Mommy thinks will be a choking hazard, so I get to eat pears in what I call pear-sicle form. I'm not sure how to explain it other than little pieces get cut up and shoved into what appears to be the end of a sock attached to a plastic handle. So away I suck on the sock producing a fountain of delicious pear juice, some of which makes it into my mouth. Just describing it should be enough to explain why I'd be prone to shedding tears over the absence of my pearsicle.
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