[relatable content for good children early edition Aug 19]

a sticky-fingered imp: “My teeth are impermanent and will be replaced, so I live to stick honeyed treats in my gob regardless of cost. My mouth should be a cave of delights, host to sugar wonders.

you (a good child): The world is bitter so I must know bitter. My mouth is full of small sharp stones, my breath a mineral whisper. The stones cost nothing and instruct me in deep lithic wisdom.