Cheating

I'd been fighting a cold for about a week, and finally I'd lost my voice.  All I could do was whisper. But this particular morning my nine year old daughter, A., was trying to decide whether she wanted to save up to buy a camera or a violin.  So I whispered several questions across the room to help her think it through:

"How much money do you have right now?"

"How much do you owe mom?"

"How much do we owe you?"

And my last whisper:

"How much does the camera cost?"

I guess it was the devious sound of my hushed voice, but finally, A's little sister, SJ, looked up from her breakfast and said, "Dad!  Stop giving her all the answers!"

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