Too late

Margaret is chomping on a grape Tootsie Pop.
"Where'd she get that?" I ask Lucy.
"From the garbage," she answers matter-of-factly.
"The garbage?!"
"Yes. She reached in and found it."
"Margaret! That's from the garbage??"
She pulls it out of her mouth, studies it closely and cheerfully agrees.
"Yah!"
And then pops it back into her mouth.