T(r)oy's Marbles

This morning at 7:52 Nic came in our room to ask Mom if he could have a cookie, please.

Mom said, "No, you can't have a cookie for breakfast."

Nic replied, "But, Mom, it isn't for breakfast!"

Oh, okay. That clears it up, then, I guess.

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