Savita: 'Papa, I want a cookie.'
Me: 'I don't like you asking for cookies.'
Savita: 'Papa, may I please have a cookie.'
Me: 'No, you asked very nicely, but I don't like you asking for cookies. Besides, it will make you fat.'
Savita: 'I WANT to be fat.'
Savita after I moved her chair an inch in the bathroom: '(indistinct)...moved it there for a reason.'
Me: 'Excuse me?'
Savita: 'Mama moved it there for a reason.'
Me: 'Well, I moved it for a reason too, but if it is bothering you you can always move it back.'
Savita noticing I left some hair in the sink after shaving: 'Heeeeey, you made a mess!'
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