So there we are at the voting booth and there is a giant candy dish. Emmy stares at me with this pleading look in here eyes. "OK, Emmy, but just one piece." She took a peanut butter cup.
Fast forward ten minutes I am getting ready to drop Emmy off at daycare.
"Daddy, I want to take this inside. No wait, then I will have to share it with everybody."
"Daddy, I want to leave it in the car and eat it tonight after dinner. No wait, it might melt in the car."
"Daddy, I want you to hold it for me. No wait, you might eat it first."
Then Emmy plops down in the middle of the daycare parking lot and starts sobbing. She can't figure out what to do with her peanut butter cup. Finally I said, Emmy, why don't we go sit on the bench for a minute, I'll unwrap this for you and you can eat it now.
"Really, I can eat candy this early in the morning?" She sat down, ate the candy, licked her fingers, looked up at me with a big smile and said "You know, Mama's gonna kill you for this."
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BAAAH!! What a great sense of humor!
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