(Standing in the kitchen, admiring the fresh batch of oatmeal craisin cookies.) Miriam: I cookie, pweez, Mama?
(From couch.) Me: No. One is enough.
Miriam: Pweez, Mama?
(Getting up to move toward kitchen.) Me: Nope.
(Snatching a cookie and making a quick get away while taking that first bite.) Miriam: Sorry, Mama.
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