My mom took Ellen to Beauty and the Beast on Broadway recently, and during intermission, this was, apparently, the interaction at the concession stand:
Ellen: I'd like some skittles.
Concession guy: Sorry, we're out of skittles. Would you like something else?
Ellen pauses, thinking
Concession guy, after a minute: Is there something else I can get you?
Ellen, earnestly: Please give me a minute to reflect on my choices.
Concession guy and Mom break up laughing.
She's 6.
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