My son leaned over his plate at the dinner table and softly said, "Could you please move the bread?"

"I'm sorry?" I said.

Andy pointed to the basket of rolls perched on the far corner of the table. "Could you move that, please?"

I looked at him, still confused. He smiled, a bit self-consciously, it seemed.

"I can't see him," he explained. "The basket is blocking my view."

"O-o-o-oh," we all said at ...

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