“When something bounces in my mouth, it tickles.”
“Is tickles like pickles? ”
“I don’t know. What’s pickles?”
“I don’t know.”
“Now I’m not sure I believe you.”
“Why?”
“Pickles doesn’t even sound like a real word.”
“But I…”
“Tell me, is pickles behind the dresser with you?”
“No, it’s…”
“You don’t look so good, maybe you have pickles.”
“You don’t…”
“Hear that? It sounds like pickles.”
“That’s not…”
“I‘m scared, pickles is after me.”
“Will you be quiet, and listen?”
“Ok.”
“It’s a real word, I heard Mom ask Pretty if she had any pickles.”
“Who’s Pretty? Pretty Pickles?”
Friday, October 12, 2007
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