My husband made chocolate chip cookies. It was just one of those cookie-dough packages so Hubby spooned it out and baked them. My 5 year old daughter loves to bake. My daughter was not really impressed that he'd gone ahead and made the cookies without asking her assistance but she said nothing.
Fast forward several days, and there is just one, lone cookie left in a container on the counter.
My daughter inquires: What is that?
Hubby responds: It's the last of the cookies we made the other day.
Daughter (pointedly at her father): You made the cookies.
As she walked away towards the mudroom, she said under her breath: There is no "we" around here!
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