
Yesterday I was eating the last of the ice cream cake from Rick's birthday. (Don't worry, he gave me permission.) Amelie wanted some too so I gave her the last piece of strawberry, and took the last piece of chocolate for myself. I set them both on the table thinking she wouldn't notice the difference, and first thing she said when she saw it was, "I don't want this kind. I want chocolate. Chocolate's my favorite." "But I want chocolate" I replied. "No I do" she said. So I reluctantly cut mine in half and gave it to her. Happily, we both ate our cake.
Later that day she found some chocolate candy on the counter. She popped one in her mouth and then came over to me and asked (with chocolate drooling out) "Mom, can I have a piece of chocolate?" "Ummm, don't you already have some in your mouth?" I said. "Yeah." she replied. "Next time please ask me first okay?" "Ok" Later that day I noticed the bag of chocolates on the counter was empty. Hmmm, I wonder who ate those.
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