I came into the kitchen just after my daughter had dropped one of the chocolate chip cookies I'd made the other day. They're a new recipe, that I found on the KAF site, and we like them -- not as thick as others, or as chewy, but still: surprisingly good. So, she wasn't happy. She took a dust pan and brush from the closet to clean it up.
Me: Are you okay?
Her: Why wouldn't I be?
Me: Well, you seemed a little annoyed.
Her: No, its okay.
Me: Should I charge you for shattering that cookie?
Her: Where would you get the money? You give me an allowance now.
Me: I'd just deduct it from your college fund.
Her: Nice.
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