"Mom, Ian's not eating his corndog" I hear Haylee yell.
"MOM! He's not eating it. Mom, Ian's not eating his corndog."
"So Haylee, what are you the corn dog police? He's eating his pasta salad." I reply.
"But mom, he's not eating it."
"Haylee, do you want it?"
"Yes."
"Well, ask him if you can have it."
"Ian, can I have your corn dog?"
A corn dog goes flying across the table at Haylee.
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