Setting: Our Kitchen, Sunday Morning. The girls are eating cereal.
Enter Will.
Will: Bailey, get me some cereal!
(Bailey ignores him)
Will (urgently, whining with frustraton): Bailey! Get me some cereal!
Bailey: No, Will. Get your own.
Will (whining):Baileeeeeeeeey!
Will (suddenly calmer, with a new strategy): Whoever gets me some cereal can be my best bud!
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