You won’t get anything by her

You won’t get anything by her

Isabella, eyeing the artisan cheese Daddy just got at the farmer’s market: “I want some cheese. I want some cheese.”

Daddy, trying to protect his cheese (note: his) from greedy appetites: “That’s not Bella’s cheese. It’s just, um, a package.”

Isabella, undeterred: “I want some package.”

Live by the convenient lie, die by the convenient lie.


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