Rilla is playing with the toy phone. Wonderboy wants it.
WB: I have pone?
WB: Gib pone!
Rilla: Nuh. NUH!!
WB (offers remote control in exchange): You hab?
A brief silence. Wonderboy is deflated. Then, for no visible reason, Rilla holds out the phone to her brother.
Mom, coaching Wonderboy: That was so nice! She gave you the phone. What do you say?
Wonderboy: Dat MY pone.
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