Nissim stumbles downstairs at 7:15 on Thanksgiving morning, having "slept in" while I got up to make breakfast. He's making some motions towards making coffee. Rose comes around the corner and says in a wee voice, "Daddy? There was one player. And I was the one player. At Candy Land."
"Oh, you played by yourself?"
"Yes." Pause, with the big eyes. "Want to play with meeee?"
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