Me: Good morning, Cornbread.
Alice: Mor-nin, Corn-bread.
Henry slumps in his chair. He decides his heavy head is too heavy for his neck to support, so he lays it on the table beside his plate.
Henry: Morninff.
His eyes close.
Me: I just took this piece of toast from the toaster. You want it?
Henry: (eyes still closed) Mmm hmm.
Me: What would you like on it?
His eyes open. He looks at me.
A few moments pass.
Me: What would you like me to put on it?
He keeps staring.
Me: Henry! What would you like me to put on your toast?
He sits up and looks annoyed.
Henry: Butter and strawberry jam! How many times do I have to say it?
(At least once)
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