I was in the kitchen cleaning up dinner. Rachel came in and asked if she could have the last biscuit. "Sure," I said, glad I didn't have to save just one biscuit.
A minute later I heard Dominic laughing from the living room. He came and told me that Rachel walked right up to him, leaned in, smiled mischeivously, and whispered conspiratorially, "I got the last biscuit, Daddy."
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