Jonah asked for some Nemo snacks. "Sure," I said, "you can have some as soon as you finish the rest of your sandwich." Jonah trotted off agreeably.
A moment later, he walked by me on his way to the trash can, little hands behind his back and not at all concealing the sandwich cupped in them. "I'm all done, Mommy!" he announced.
I mean, I was standing right there. Seriously?
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