I'm beginning to suspect that Tessie may not hold me in quite the same regard as she does her mother.
Tonight, Tessie had apple slices for dessert. A whole apple's worth were piled on a plate in front of her, and she was working her way through them slowly when Tessie's Mom asked if she could share. Permission was given, and Tessie's Mom picked a slice off of the plate. Tessie immediately asked for it back and offered a larger one in its place, saying, "This one is much better."
I asked for a slice, and Tessie made her pouty face, picked up a scrawny little slice, snapped it into two pieces and gave me the smaller one.
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