Sammy has acquired a new automated response. Partly joking, partly trying to get away from his chores.
Daddy: Sammy, time to study.
Sammy: No, you!
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Daddy: Sammy, throw out the rubbish.
Sammy: No, you!
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Daddy: Sammy, take a shower now.
Sammy: No, you!
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Daddy: Sammy,…
Sammy: No, you!
Daddy:… eat some chocolates.
Sammy: No, me!
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Sammy was reading the short story ‘The Washwoman’ (by Isaac Singer). The poor, old washwoman had a rich son who abandoned her and left her to fend for herself.
Daddy: So, Sammy, when you grow up and become rich, don’t be like that woman’s son and abandon Mummy and me.
Sammy: Actually, I think I will be like that rich son.
Daddy: So, you’ll abandon us?
Sammy: Basically.
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