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Last night, at dinner time, Carly started playing with her food.
“That’s not very mature,” her dad commented, as she dangled a cheese stick from her nose pretending it was an elephant’s trunk.
Lance giggled and started waving his cheese stick around too.
Carly grinned at her brother, then carefully pulled a string of cheese from the cheese stick and popped it in her mouth.
“What does mature mean?” she asked.
“It means being grown up,” explained her dad. “You know, doing grown up things like not playing with your food.” He stared pointedly at the cheese stick dangling in her hand. “Or tidying your room without having to be asked, not crying every time we tell you to brush your hair and teeth, not tormenting…”