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The Orange One

All morning Madison kept telling me she wanted the orange one.  I, of course, had no idea what she was talking about.  I tried naming off everything I could think of that was orange, and that is not what she wanted.  Finally, she took me to the pantry that we keep the cereal in and started pointing.  I then knew who the “orange one” was.

Tony the Tiger on the Frosted Flakes box.

Would you have guessed that?

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