"Well, yes. When I was a girl, I guess."
"That's probably the best life gets as an adult: secondhand experiences, reliving childhood." He ordered three corndogs and soft drinks from the vender and gave each their share. "Here!" She took the corndog and began to eat with them. She imagined the corndog as a vegetable. She imagined it as an important experience.
"Good?"
"Yes."
"More ketchup?"
"No."
"Rick?"
"Yes." And she watched the bloody substance squeezed onto the boy's phallic symbol.
"See, you enjoyed it as a girl until you thought that your pet pig would be next. Associationism."
"David Hume?" she chuckled.