Forget Candy, She Needs To Be Caned

(I’m three and have been wanting a dog for the whole year. Finally, it is Christmas morning, and there is a green box with holes in it near the Christmas tree.)

Mom: “Open it, sweetie. What’s in there?”

Me: *deadpan* “It’s a dog. Now, where is my candy?”

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