Fifteen minutes ago:
"Mom, I'm done with dinner. Can I have dessert?"
"Sure, what do you want?"
"Potato chips."
"Potato chips aren't dessert."
"So?"
"Don't you want a yogurt?"
"No."
"How about a fruit cup?"
"What kind?"
"Uh, the one with lots of cherries."
"No."
"Chocolate pudding?"
"No."
"What about those cocoa cookies with the funny icing faces on them?"
"I want potato chips."
"How about that donut?"
"I don't like donuts."
. . .
"You're not my child."
"What?"
"Never mind."
Potato chips for dessert, plastic swords in the middle of the living room floor, and "The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy" on the TV.
Another normal night at home.
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