Liver

 My granddaughter is six now, but back before her last birthday she said something that gave me a chuckle.

     She's not a picky eater, but she won't eat what she doesn't like. She WILL, however, give something a try.

     When I was a kid, I didn't like liver, but I used to suffer through it by drowning it in ketchup.

     "What's that?" my granddaughter wanted to know.

     "Liver," I told her. "You want some?"

     "Sure," she said, so I cut her a small piece.

     By the disgusting face she made, she didn't like it.

     "Ugh!" she said, spitting it out. "It tastes like COVID!"

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