Charlie, "Mom in my imagination I have lots of servants. Do you want to know which servant you are?"
Me, "Which one?"
Charlie, "You're my cook."
The next day I inquired further into this servant thing. I asked, "If I'm the cook, what kind of servant is dad in your imagination?"
Charlie, "He's just a servant but you are the cook for all my friends, every single one."
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