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[firebyrd]

Bea had been whining about being thirsty for a while. I had been asking her to make her request for a cup in a nice voice to no avail. Finally, the following exchange happened.

Bea, whining: But I want a cup.
Me: Since you won't talk in a nice voice, I guess you're out of luck.
Bea: I'm not out of luck, I'm not Good Luck Bear!