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“You look so sad, Papino. Have some cornetti?”
Vitale looked at his daughter, then at the plate of cornetti. Then back at
his daughter. Then back at the cornetti.
“I'll have some if you will.”
“Yay!”
She handed her father a cornetto and held one herself. They both took
enormous bites together at the same time.
Now, for those of you who believe in the transformative power of love, you
will not be surprised to see a smile form on Vitale's face when he realized the
cornetti were brown because his daughter had finally learned not to mix in
plaster with the flour, and they both lived happily ever after. But for those
more pragmatic scientific observers among you, you will not be surprised to see
a smile form on Vitale's face when he realized the cornetti were brown because
his daughter had discovered her father's paints, many of which were made by
crushing arsenic in with the tinctures, and they both did not live very much
longer after that.

The End.

Moral: Next time you're thinking about having children, think very
hard. Very very hard.

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