(Mysterious knawed-on piece of bread crust ends up on my plate while I tend to baby)
Mommy: Hmmmm...that is not my bread.
Mariana (grinning): Nooooo...that is not your bread.
Mommy: Here, you have it back sweetie.
Mariana: No, Mommy, I am sharing my bread with you.
Mommy:......um....thanks but I already had some. Here ya go.
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