Drake's mom threw a party last Saturday. Lydia came. Lydia has been an idol of Drake’s since the day they met, when she showed him how to pick ABC gum off the underside of the restaurant table. Lydia and Drake (now 4 and 2-1/2) were playing in the dining room when Drake started to cry. Mom got to the doorway just as Lydia minced out, smirking. (The mince and the smirk are both typical of Lydia, and not necessarily an indication of the nature of the play.)
Drake, tearfully: “I don’t like that one.”
Mom: “What happened?”
Drake, wailing: “I don’t know!”
Not to be cold, but get used to it, buddy.
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