My daughter Carolyn looked at me from her high chair and, impatient for the jar of food I was opening, said “Blee blee blee!”
As I gave her the first spoon I said, “That was a little extravagant, sweetheart. You made your point with ‘blee blee’.”
She looked at me for about fifteen seconds, not knowing how to respond.
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