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(The story. Not the picture. Well, the picture IS from today...)
S: I'm hungry, mama. Can I have something. (I hear this about 1.87 billion times a day...)
Me: Sure! How about a clementine?
I then very graciously peel said orange and hand it to over to her. I notice how particularly juicy it looks.
Me: Oh, that looks good! Can I have one?
S: (In a sad sad voice.) No. No, you can't have one. They're not for you. I just have to eat all of them. You just can't have any of them at all.
She then points towards the orange peels.
S: You can have those, mama!
Me: Um. Thanks.
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