After reading P.D. Eastman’s Are You My Mother, I was explaining to Miles that babies and mommies are typically of the same species.
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A:Â Just like I’m a person and you’re a person.
M:Â No person.
A:Â I’m not a person?
M:Â No.
A:Â What am I, then, if I’m not a person?
M:Â Girl.
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Oh dear.
Conversations between Miles and me.
1. Early in the morning after having arrived the previous evening at Mubby and Skittergramps’ house.
A:Â Miles, do you know where we are?
M:Â (considering the situation) Bed.
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2. Same setting, different morning:
M:Â Too loud.
A:Â No, right now it’s quiet.
M:Â TOO LOUD!
A: Oh. Yes, that was too loud.
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