Tonight I asked Samantha if she wanted water or milk to drink with dinner. She said "WATER, MILK." (Pronounced, WAA-EE-MICK.) I asked again. She said something unintelligible but used sign language to say, "WATER." I said, "OK, water," and turned back to the kitchen. As soon as I was out of sight she called out, "MILK!" I went back - "Milk?" "YES," she said. I went around the corner. She called, "WATER!" I went back to the table - "You want water?" She said, "WATER." I said, "Are you sure?" She said yes and she got me again as soon as I left the room: "MILK!" I came back and said, "Are you working me?"
She giggled.
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