This morning the girls are having yogurt with breakfast. Three little bowls of it. Batya comes to me crying about her yogurt. At first I thought she had finished hers and wanted more. Then I noticed Shira's bowl had twice as much as she started with.
Me: Shira, is that Batya's yogurt?
S: No. Shira yogurt.
Me: Really?
S: Shira yogurt.
Me: So, the yogurt from Batya's bowl just happened to get into your bowl.
S: Yes. This Shira's yogurt.
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