One day, when I was three or four years old, Mom and I went to visit Dad during his lunch break. As we sat with him on the steps outside, his colleague offered me a piece of cheese. I took the cheese, put it in my mouth, and told Mom that I had to go to the bathroom. When we were alone I said, "I don't really have to go to the bathroom. I just don't want to eat this cheese."
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