Grow up, Celestial Seasonings.

Carter was a big cranky this morning. A box of Tummy Mint fell into his eyeline.

Carter: (incredulous) Tummy mint? Tummy mint? Why is it called Tummy Mint? Wellness tea? What?

Me: It’s soothing.

Carter: Well, I’d like it a lot better if it were called Stomach Mint. At least then it wouldn’t be acting like such a baby.

He didn’t even read the sweet little poem on the box.