I place the Super Lemon candy on my tongue. Immediately, my lips pucker, eyes squint, and hands flap wildly in the air. “Too sour!”
While other fourth graders laugh, Conner holds out his palm. “Gimme.”
I spit the candy into his hand and watch him pound his fist in the air like a judge pounding a gavel, his lips sucking inward.
Our classmates start counting.
At “Mississippi 20,” Conner’s face relaxes. He spits out the candy and hands it back to me, smiling. “All good now.”
I pop it in my mouth and chew. The center is sweet. Just like Conner.