Dilana: (from the kitchen - I'm in the bedroom) Mom?
Dilana: I think I'm doing ok!
Me: That's great!
Dilana: You won't see my chiiiip!
Me: What chip? (Walking towards the kitchen)
Me: (After arriving and seeing her munching on something with another chip in front of her) What's that?
Dilana: .... You can have a bite, if you want.