See this broccoli? It's mine, all mine
“I really want this piece of broccoli,” I say. “It’s so perfect and delicious and I want to eat it up as soon as I drink this water. Could you keep it safe for me?”
My child nods seriously and promises to watch over the broccoli. There is no way he will let anyone else near it, he avers.
I turn away for my sip of water.
“Oh no!” I cry, seeing that the broccoli is no longer on his plate being kept safe. “WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BROCCOLI?!”
“I ate it.”
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