T: What do you want to eat?
JB: a sandwich?
T: Grilled cheese?
JB: yeah.
(Ten minutes later, JB peeling the grilled cheese open, starts to cry)
T: What's the matter?!?
JB: (tugging at the melted cheese) I no like this.
T: That's the cheese.
JB: TAKE IT OFF!
T: I can't take it off, it's melted on.
JB: (with excessive and dramatic whining) Melt IT OFF!
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