Austin: Did you eat the
cookie I left for you in the microwave?
Me:
Of course!
Austin:
I haven’t opened the microwave to see. There may be a cookie in
there. I don’t know.
Me:
Trust me. I am the great-great-great granddaughter of a very honest
man.
Austin:
It’s like Schrodinger’s cookie. There both is and is not a cookie
in the microwave. Until I open it, there may be a cookie in there.
Me:
If there’s a cookie in this house, I’ve eaten it.
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