the kid: mommy, can you get me some red juice, please?
me: there's some on the table?
the kid: where?
me: your cup is next to your plate. the one you snagged the cheese stick from.
the kid: you didn't see me.
me: I didn't have to see you. it's gone, and your breath smells like cheese.
the kid: well, I didn't snag it. I just ate it with my mouth.
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