Claire: “There was a tiger by our mailbox!”
Momma: “Really? What was he doing?”
Claire: “He was yelling!”
Momma: “He was yelling? What was he yelling about?”
Claire: “He wanted us to take him to the airport.”
Momma: “Why did he want to go to the airport?”
Claire: “Him wanted to go to the airport so he could take a nap.”
Momma: “What did you say to him?”
Claire: “I yelled at him!”
Momma: “You did? What did you say?”
Claire: “I said, ‘ROAR!!!’”
Momma: “And, what did he do?”
Claire: “Him started crying. He wanted to take his nap, but he was hungry.”
Momma: “What did he want to eat?”
Claire: “Yogurt.”
Momma: “So, did you give him some?”
Claire: “No!”
Momma: “Why not?”
Claire: “Because he was pickin’ his nose, and it was bleeding.”
Momma: “Uh oh. Did he stop picking his nose? Did his nose stop bleeding?”
Claire: “Yeah, and then I gived him yogurt.”
Momma: “Did he like it?”
Claire: “Yeah, and then him had to go nighty-night.”
Momma: “At the airport?”
Claire: “Yes…duh.”
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