"Mom, can I help you make brownies?"
"Not today, Conner."
"But I want some private time with you."
There's just no saying no to that. The next exchange:
"I'm the best stirrer."
"Yes you are, Conner."
"And you're the best dumper, Mom."
I'm not so sure I want that title. (For the record, that's because I dumped all the ingredients into the bowl.)
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