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This weekend we were out to lunch with family, and when the meal was winding down Cora slid off her stool and came over to stand next to me.

“Mommy,” Cora said respectfully, “I was wondering if you thought maybe Maddie and I could split a milkshake?”

I looked at her. She was not begging, not whining, and both she and Maddie have worked hard on asking politely for something, then accepting the answer with good grace.

Wanting to have a second to think through the upcoming afternoon (and all the ramifications of a sugar injection) I said, “Let me think about it for a second.”

And then Cora looked at me, made a little puppy dog face, turned her brown eyes into liquid chocolate, and said, “Pleeeeease?”

I stared at her for a second and then said, “Where’d you learn to do that?”

She burst out laughing.

“Did it work?” she asked, grinning.

“I was already inclined to say ‘yes’ so I’ll say go ahead and get one. But don’t think that puppy-dog face will work on me, my friend!” I said. Cora skipped off happily to tell Maddie the good news.

I’ve already lost this one, I can tell.