50 Shades of Green

So, I made some supper for my daughter. Fruits and a sandwich. Sometimes she might be a bit tired at this hour and act up. Slightly crummy apples, those browns sports on bananas or wrong amount of drink just won’t do then. The routine that follows usually entails diplomacy, arguments, bribes, threats and pretty much anything that would improve the odds for her eating something before she goes to bed. This time the problem was the sandwich, more precisely the butter coverage of it.

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