logic is logic

*kid and mom walking by, kid enthusiastically eating last bits of chocolate chip cookie (or what's left of it).

mom: you know, youve got chocolate all over your face. (makes gesture to wipe face)
kid: yes, you know what? (licking every finger)
mom: what? (passing interest)
kid: i had a chocolate chip cookie (super serious)
mom: urrrr yes (stunned)

i died laughing.


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