Like the oranges
My son is officially smarter than I am. He's almost two and a half. It was bound to happen sooner or later.We went to visit my friend Kim. We haven't seen her for months. But Owen talks about her sometimes and remembers playing with her puppy, who is an exuberant lab mix.
"Do you know who this is?"
No response. He continues to tell her about the pictures he drew and his friends at ECFE.
"This is Kim. Do you remember her dog's name?
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"It's like the oranges."
At first I didn't get it. I was thrown by Kim saying that yes, she was an orange dog. That is not what he was saying.
Her name is Clementine -- like the oranges.
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