I
made two tiramisus for Easter, one for work and one for Auntie's
brunch. Austin is a wonderful person, but not always terribly
helpful, so he was helping me make ladyfingers.
Austin,
in a tiny voice: When you make the tiramisu, will there be enough
left over so that you and I can have one?
Me:
Yes, Austin.
Nice
to know his motives.
After
Easter, eating tiramisu.
Me:
How does this one compare to the one I made for Auntie and work? Is
it OK?
Austin:
It's the best. Because it's mine.
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