Bella: Hi, Momma!
Momma: Hi, Bella Mella! (Notices smirk on Bella's face. Knows something is up and that this something cannot be good).
Bella: I made you something, Momma!
Momma: (Growing nervous now)Oh, honey, you shouldn't have...
Bella: I know, but I did it because I just love you so much!
Momma: Ohhh...what I've always wanted....a mountain of pretzels on my living room floor. And would you look at that, there's a little hole in the middle of the pile. Thank you, sweetie, thank you. (Drags out the vacuum and thanks her procrastination that she had not vacuumed yet. Does not want to vacuum twice in one day).