[Dinner table, end of a semi-trying afternoon]
Jonah: You are the BEST mama.
Mama: Are you sure? What makes me the best? I don't think I'm the best.
Jonah: Because... because you TAKE CARE of us. That makes you the best mama.
Mama: [sobs]
Jonah: I know how I can cheer you up, Mama!
Mama: [sniffling] How?
Jonah: It's called Table Manners. [lifting fork, finally using it] There, now do you feel better? Please, may I please have some milk?
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