My name is Emma. I am four.
I make important decisions.
One day my nanny fixed scrambled eggs for lunch. Eggs are my favorite.
“Can I put sprinkles on my eggs?” I asked.
My nanny said yes, and she handed me the salt and pepper.
“Not salt and pepper!” I cried. “Sprinkles!”
“You mean cupcake sprinkles?” asked my nanny.
“Yes!”
“You can’t have cupcake sprinkles on eggs! Especially not if you want a piece of candy after lunch,” my nanny said.
She doesn’t understand how much I love sprinkles. I tried to explain. “But I’ve never had sprinkles on eggs before! And sprinkles are my favorite thing!”
My nanny stopped what she was doing. She looked at the ceiling. She looked at the eggs. Then she looked at me.
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