Mom, don't you wanna give me a bite?
Mom: "No."
Mom, give me one bite.
Mom: "No, go away."
I won't.
Mom: "Don't look at me like that!"
OK Mom. How's this?
Mom: "Good. But I won't give you any."
Mom, If you're going to be so mean,
I'll eat something that is bad for me.
Mom: "Do as you want to please."
I'm eating my toy. It's very bad for my stomach.
I might die. Is that OK?
Mom: "OK."
I'm dying.
Mom: "Go ahead. Anyway I have to go downstairs. Bye Bobby Lee."
Mom ...
I'm sorry, Mom. Don't leave me alone.
Mom ...
You know, I can't use these stairs ... Mom ...
They're too steep for me.
I'll use the elevator. Wait, please.
Excuse me, press one please.
"Yes, Sir." (Papa is pressing the button for me.)
Thank you, Papa.
Mom, I'm coming!
Mom, I missed you.
Don't leave me alone. Mom, I love you.
Mom: "Oh, you are too sweet."
I love you, Mom.
Mom: "I love you too."






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