Sam woke up this morning telling me that Barney had made her a cake, and that she needed to eat the cake - for breakfast apparently. I showed her that there was no cake in the refridgerator, so she spent some time looking for it, but then demanded that I find this cake. We had this conversation:
Mama: Did it have icing?
Sam:
Mama: What color was it?
Sam: Mama! Chock-it!
Mama: Sam, I think this was a dream!
Sam:
Yeah, so I let her have a cookie for breakfast. We were running late. I'll make her eat some broccoli for dessert later.
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