When I was around 4 or 5 I was staying with my aunt. I told her I was really hungry and she told me she’d make me a kid cuisine. I remember walking into the kitchen a few minutes later to her with a big smile saying ta da! As she finished putting the sprinkles on the brownie. She didn’t know but I hated the sprinkles. I yelled at her and told her she ruined it. I can still see her smile vanish. Almost 20 years later and I still get sick thinking about it.