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Some random conversations:

“My brain is fuzzy?” Dul said when I asked him a question.

“It’s fuzzy?”

“Yeah, it melted.”

“Hey Super Ultimate Robot, why is Daddy being mean to me?” (Said in jest to the robot Fin built with some building toys)

“Because your brain’s not working.” Fin croaked in his Super Ultimate Robot voice. (By the way, he name it himself as well.)

“Hey, dude, no!” (I’m not very articulate when rushing to stop a kid from hurting themselves.

“I not.” Belle protested.

“Yeah, you are. Stop it.”

“Down.” She said as she sat down.