Maya steals Luna bars out of my purse sometimes. Tonight, she finished one and I took the wrapper and set it down on a side table. I gave her a toy* to play with and she refused to play with the toy and started saying a word I couldn’t understand, over and over again. It sounded like: CHASH. CHASH. CHASH.




I was stumped. I followed her gaze to the side table. It fell on the Luna bar wrapper.

Trash? I asked her.

YEAH! she said. I handed her the wrapper, and she ran to the trash can, then returned to watching Mother Goose rhymes.



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