MOTHER: Are you going to finish your rice?
DAUGHTER: (Groaning) My tummy is so full, mommy! I can't eat another bite.
MOTHER: All right. Just wait until I call the waitress over.
(The mother motions to a nearby waitress, who approaches the table.)
WAITRESS: Are you ladies all finished?
MOTHER: Yes, I believe we are.
WAITRESS: (Setting a small menu on the corner of the table) Can I interest you in some dessert?
MOTHER: I don't think--
DAUGHTER: Ooooh mommy!
(She reaches for the menu, but her mother places a restraining hand atop it.)
MOTHER: I thought you were so full you couldn't eat another bite.
DAUGHTER: But I have another tummy, mommy. I have a second tummy for dessert!