. . . Sometimes I Worry
Little Sister: *making a bologna sandwich*
Brother: *sees the plastic ring from the bologna in her hand* What is that?
Little Sister: It's the plastic ring from the bologna.
Brother: Why'd you take it off?
Little Sister: *stops, stares at him*
Little Sister: . . . It's plastic; you're not supposed to eat it.
Brother: No it's not, give me that. *tests it between his teeth, realizes she's right* Oh. . . That explains a lot.
Little Sister: HAVE YOU BEEN EATING THE PLASTIC?
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