We were outside and Madelyn decided she wanted to play restaurant using our little bistro table on the front porch. She was being the server. I went inside to use the bathroom. The side part of our porch, where Madelyn decided the restaurant kitchen was, goes past the downstairs bathroom. As I'm in the bathroom, I hear her walk by outside saying,
"Bacon! Bacon! Bacon! Bacon!"
(I later found out from Tony that she didn't bring him the bacon on his cheeseburger that he had ordered and she was getting it.)
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