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Monkey: Mommy, I saw a man with a baby on his back the other day.
Me: Really? Where?
Monkey: On his back.
Me: No, where did you see the man with the baby?
Monkey: On his back, I told you.
Me: Where were you when you saw him?
Monkey: Oh, he was walking by.
Me: On the street?
Monkey: No, Mommy, on the sidewalk.
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We were at Mamita’s house having dinner when Monkey looks up from her food an says, “Mamita has made the best meal ever!”
Monkey and A were practicing guitar together. A song with lyrics about ‘broken hearts’ comes on.
Monkey: Broken hearts? I have a broken heart.
A: You do?
Monkey: Yeah, but it’s fixed now, so I’m happy again.
Walking home from her school one day, we come across a pigeon with one leg.
Monkey: Why does that pigeon have only one leg?
Me: I don’t know. It must’ve gotten hurt somehow.
Monkey: And it lost the leg?
Me: I guess so.
Monkey: I know! When I get older, I’m gong to become a police officer so that I can help the pigeon find his foot!
As we’re walking past the firestation near her school:
Monkey: Hello, Firefighters! (turns to me) Mommy, I said hi to them. They look nice.
Yes, they look very, very nice.
