At lunch
Me: (calmly) Abigail, why are you hiding turkey behind your back?
Me: (with more urgency) Abigail, why are you putting turkey in your pants?
My Soup: Plop. (picture said turkey landing in the Cheese Tortellini with Chicken Soup.)
Abigail smiles in the way that makes both dimples just peek till she is sure she isn't in trouble.
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