Friday, November 30, 2007
Look, a tiger.
"Mommy let's go"
Go where?
"Outside"
Why?
"To see the tiger"
Why, what's he doing?
"He's riding a pink bicycle?"
Where's he going?
"Home to eat dinner, to eat Mac-E-On-e."
Let's go see him.
"No if we get to close he might bite us"
Oh.
"Look he has a pink hat and pink sneakers."
Then she waves to the tiger and goes inside to call Jen (my brother's girlfriend) about the sighting.
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