3-year-old: "Mommy, don't leeeeave."
Me: "Sorry, buddy. I have to."
3-year-old: "Mommy, don't leeeeeeeave. You're making me really sad."
Me: "Sorry, buddy. Mommy has to go to work."
3-year-old: "Why?"
Me: "Mommy has to go to work so she can make money so you can have food and clothes."
3-year-old: "And candy?"
Me: "Yes, food and clothes...and candy."
3-year-old: "Ok, bye mom. Keep it real."
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