Last night we walked to the local grocery store to pick up something for an impromptu-picnic.
Ben and Jerry's ice cream was on special so they each got to pick their favorite.
The younger one chose "Cherry Garcia" since she recognized "Garcia" as the maternal family name. The older one said the younger one did not like cherries and would not like this selection.
Sure enough, later that evening when eating ice cream, the younger one said she did not care for Cherry Garcia because she didn't like cherries.
The older one, always being helpful, pointed out that it was always important to read the ingredients carefully.
In this case, one hardly had to read the ingredients carefully. The name of the ice cream would have been a huge tip-off.
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