Yesterday, I ate my first peach of the season. Blessedly, because it is rare to find a good peach even when in season, it was perfect. Thus, I announced, perhaps with a fair bit of hyperbole, that it was better than sex.
Junhong, who eats liver, sweetbreads, kidneys and chicken feet with gusto, but is fussy about fruit, tasted a sliver with trepidation and said, "THIS is better than SEX??? It's nasty!!!"
At 12, approaching puberty, he has a poor opinion of what lies ahead.