Thursday, September 6, 2007
This morning at 7:52 Nic came in our room to ask Mom if he could have a cookie, please.
Mom said, "No, you can't have a cookie for breakfast."
Nic replied, "But, Mom, it isn't for breakfast!"
Oh, okay. That clears it up, then, I guess.
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