My daughter came home and said, 'Teacher made us write about a time we felt brave.' I said, 'That's a great prompt! What did you write about?' She said, 'I wrote about the time I ate the last Pop-Tart.' I said, 'That's brave!' She said, 'It wasn't brave. It was Tuesday. There was one Pop-Tart. I ate it. My brother cried. I said, It was a Pop-Tart. It was in the box. I opened the box. I took the Pop-Tart. I ate the Pop-Tart. The Pop-Tart is in me now. I am the Pop-Tart's final destination. I am the Pop-Tart's destiny. The Pop-Tart chose me. The Pop-Tart and I are one.' The teacher said it was a very vivid narrative. I said, It was a Pop-Tart, Mrs. Chen. She said, And that is what makes it memorable. I said, It was a strawberry Pop-Tart, Mrs. Chen. She said, I don't need to know that. I said, I need you to know that. It was strawberry. It was the last one. I was brave. The Pop-Tart was strawberry.'