Cookie is the answer
I drive the 3 line and enjoy it for the foreign students. I’ve managed to have a few conversations and learn a bit about their countries. One of the passengers with whom I spoke was an Egyptian woman with a preschool-aged daughter, Maya. Every time they rode, Maya incessantly plied her mother with questions. They spoke in Egyptian so I didn’t know what was being asked but there was no mistaking the question mark at the end of each sentence. After each question her mother would answer patiently in a calm quiet voice.
One day they were riding and after a bit I noticed that there was no sound of the question-answer exchange. I started tuning in a bit and heard Maya start a question and then stop suddenly. I looked in the mirror and saw that her mother had a cookie broken up on her lap. Every time Maya started a sentence Mom would take a piece of cookie and pop it in her daughter’s mouth. I guess everybody needs a break once in awhile.

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