After picking up Punkin Jr. from pre-school, we stopped for gas. She, of course, had to go to the bathroom.
PJ: Mom, I need another snack.
MM: You already have snacks.
PJ: But, Mom, I need four snacks, not three snacks.
MM: Sorry, honey, not this time.
PJ: Mom, what's wrong with you in your mind?
I wish I knew.
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