Robert was spending an especially long time finding himself a snack and there was much rustling of wrappers. I finally had to go see what he was getting. He had taken out the candied ginger. I told him he could have a little bit if he wanted. He said, "Oh, I already had a little bit." "Okay, so where's the rest of it?" Back in the bag, of course. Yuck.

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