We were having lunch with Grams and Aunt P.  Aunt P came around the table as we were eating our hamburgers, asking if anyone would like any more tatertots.

Aurora reached out, toward the pan with tots.

“Aurora, why don’t you eat what’s on your plate first?  See all of those tater tots on your plate?”  Aunt P said sweetly.

Aurora pointed and grunted once more at the pan.

“Oh, all right,” Aunt P said, “you can have one more, but that’s all because you have a lot more already on your plate.  Okay?”

Aurora took her new tatertot, popped it in her mouth, then proceeded to empty her plate right onto the table and hold it out for more tots.

Perhaps Aunt P should’ve been more specific. 

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