Ten minutes later:
My tummy hurts. I need a Pop Tart.
You said you were going to eat the whole plum.
But my tummy hurts. I need a Pop Tart.
If your tummy hurts, you'll have to take a nap, because if your tummy hurts, you're sick.
No, I'm not. I just want a Pop Tart.
OK. Finish your plum and I'll give you the Pop Tart.
But my tummy hurts.
Five minutes later:
|Zac asleep on the hard wood bench.|
Notice the uneaten plum on the table by his booster seat.
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