Boy: No I’m not 7, I’m 18.

Girl: [immediately] That means you’re old enough to get married. (Imagine dreamy tones as she says this. She has been to too many weddings this summer.)

Boy: Wait. Mommy? How old do you have to be to get married?


Little: The baby mwiyah come to owa house tonight. Me wuv her. Me can touch her.

Girl: Mommy, do you want to have another baby?

Me: Yes.

Girl: Oh. Can you do it tomorrow then?

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