Sniffle, whimper and NO.
“Hey Chica, do you want a die?”
Curious and scared she comes into my room to see what I have in my hand. Chica utters a weak, “what?”
I say again, “Do you want a die?” She looks at me horrified and says in a shaky scared voice, “No mama.”
I say, “Chica, this do you want this? You really don’t? I found this pair of dice, well, one of them. Do you want it?”
“Oh, DICE. Yea mama. I will take that.”