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Allie has been following me around for the pat half hour demanding a bagel.  Never mind that she already had breakfast.  Never mind that she has no intention of eating the whole bagel (and by whole, I mean half of a whole).  Never mind that her and I both know it.

“Mama!  I WANT A BAGEL!  RIGHT NOW!  PLEASE!”  Then her voice gets low, and quietly, and a little bit grumbly.  “Or I will kill you.”

I sent the following text to my husband.  “Allie has just threatened my life for a bagel.  If I’m dead on the floor when you return from work, please make sure they investigate the baby.”