When she is good…

Tory looks at me with doe eyes and in her sweetest voice says “Papa, may I have a—”. Stuart starts in “Tory, did you—”. She turns on him, firing lasers from her eyes, and snarls “Stuart! I was talking!” Turning the doe eyes back on me, she says sweetly “Papa, may I have a bowl of Gorilla Munch with rice milk?”

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