Right before our drive to New Mexico, Layla picked up a small box of oranges for our consumption on the trip. We went through a whole pile of them—of the dozen or so we had originally, I think we ended up with three or four at the end of the drive.
And earlier today, when we went to the store (we only went groaningly—we're both still sick) we picked up another box.
"I don't know what those Californians put in their oranges," Layla said a few minutes ago, "but they sure are addicting." I've personally eaten at least four since we've been home. I fully expect to eat another before crashing tonight.
Just so you know, they're clementine oranges and they were, you know, on sale.
Wow, did I say that? No. Nope — not at all.
What I did say was There must be drugs in these oranges because I am addicted
Yes, your revised quote is much better though; I didn't mention the Californians.
I was just, uh, censoring it ... for the kids.
You don't ... hate children, do you?