Overhead while the little kids were eating their waffles,
Charlie: "I have to go potty. I'll be right back, don't eat my food".
Maggie: "Timmy! That is NOT yours!"
(tinkle, flush, water running)
Maggie: "Baby Timmy wanted some waffle, I gave him some of yours and mine."
Charlie: "That's MY waffle, you hear me."
Maggie: "Would you like me to get you some more waffle, Charlie? (sound of plastic crinkling) You can't eat them frozen, they are almost as hard as rocks". (long stretch of quiet) "Timmy, don't stick your hand there."
"Mommy, I need help!"
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