Bye, bye, baby

R walks into the room, where Mom is making the bed.

R — I’m hungry.  Can you make noodles?

Mom — Sure.  Let me finish this.  I’ll be right there.

R — You don’t have to tell me that!

Mom — What do you mean?

R — You don’t have to say that to me.  I’m all grown up!  Look at me!  I’m seven years old!

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