Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Your Order Please

Setting: Emma and Dad are getting in the car to go to dance class. Emma is asking Dad whether he brought the weekly snack for post-dance consumption.
Emma: "Dad did you bring the snack."
Dad: "Yes, I did."
Emma:
"Where is it?"
Dad: "In my (coat) pocket."
Emma, misunderstanding, starts digging through her dance bag. She finds unopened, unexciting, granola bars put in there from some previous trip.
Emma: "Dad....this is not what I wanted. This is not what I ordered!"

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