I was picking up my 3-year-old daughter from daycare one sunny afternoon. On our way home, we passed by a small grocery store. She tugged at my hand, her little eyes wide with excitement, and said,“Daddy, do we need a loaf of bread? Let’s buy one.”I smiled, touched by her thoughtfulness. How sweet, I thought. She must really love bread and wants to help.
“Of course, sweetheart,” I replied. “Let’s go get one.”We walked inside, picked out a warm, fresh loaf, and headed to the counter. I paid for it, imagining how happy she’d be to have some bread with butter when we got home.As we stepped outside, she looked up at me with a big grin and said,“Great!
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