There was one cookie left so I set it up on a higher shelf in the kitchen, intending to set it aside for Mr. Brown. I heard someone in the kitchen sliding a chair on the floor, so I went in and saw Bobo, who jumped guiltily when I came in.
Me: What are you doing, Bobo?
Bobo: You are going in the yiving woom! (living room)
Me: Okay, but what are you doing?
Bobo (pointing): I am getting that cookie!
So I went in the yiving woom, and he finished sliding the chair over and got the cookie.
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