That's the last of 'em

Ada came outside and met me at my easel after she woke from her nap. She was chewing something.

I ask, "What's in your mouth?"

"What's in your mouth?" She repeats. (Because answering questions is something that has somehow eclipsed her).

"What is it?" I ask again. Pointing.

Chewing.

I keep probing. "Where did you find it?"

"I found it in my mouth."

Yes. Brilliant. Of course!

"I need you to open the box of candies so I can have eat more candies. I need candies."

And that is how Ada polished off my last five Cadbury Mini Eggs.