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Jake: Mom, can I make some pink lemonade for dinner?
Me: Sure, Jake.
Jake (looking in the cupboard where we keep the pitchers): Mom, I can't find the big one.
Me (seeing the pitcher sitting on the counter right behind him): It's right there.
Jake: It's not in here, Mom. I can't see it. Where is it?
Me: On the counter.
Jake (looking at the counter directly over the cupboard): No, it's not here.
Joel (pointing to the counter behind Jake): Jake, that's the problem. I don't think you are looking at the BIG PITCHER!
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