Noah has a game he’s started at dinner, to see who can go the longest without spilling anything off his or her plate. Competition is fierce.
Noah: “Maddie, remember, you can’t let any food get off your plate.”
Maddie: “Daddy, how am I going to eat if I can’t get the food off my plate?”
(Touché, Mads, touché.)
Noah, to me: “And I thought one of them might be like me.”
(Nope.)
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