Today we got home, and you saw a bag of Oreos on the counter and decided that's what you wanted for dinner. The little look on your face is like you're saying, "Mom, can I PUUHHHLEASE have Oreos for dinner? I promise that I won't get any on my mouth (NOT)!!!"
"Thanks, Mom! I'll give you hundreds of kisses for feeding me Oreos for dinner!"
"You wanna see my chewed up Oreos?"
"Time for a milk break to wash down the Oreos."
You and Mimi were worn out after a long hard day.
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