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paul: you need to go on a diet.
me: excuse me?
paul: you know what a diet is for?
me: what is a diet for?
paul: if you have a fat tummy [puts hands on his own stomach]
paul: and you go on a diet, your tummy gets smaller [sucks in stomach as far as it will go]
me: so i have a fat tummy?
paul: yes.

so. sometimes you just want to tell your kid to go to hell.



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