Today, Gilly was pestering me to let her watch a video clip on the computer. Since she had already seen it and I was trying to write an email, I said no. She persisted, with a sense of wit that must come from her New England roots:
Gilly: "How about you [meaning Gilly] watch it again?"
Me: "How about . . . no?"
Gilly: "How about . . . yes?"
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