Abby, age 4, comes into the room last night with chocolate all over her face after eating a big bowl of chocolate ice cream. "Abby, what's all over your face?" I say. She goes to look in the mirror and I follow. "Chocolate," she pronounces. She looks in the mirror again. "Mommy? Chocolate looks the same as poop!" she says. I laugh. She looks at me with a sheepish expression and hurries and adds, "Oh...I'm sorry I said that!"
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