I will hide in Mommy’s room; you start counting. Simone, inviting Nadia to a not-so-competitive game of hide-and-seek.
I will hide in Mommy’s room; you start counting. Simone, inviting Nadia to a not-so-competitive game of hide-and-seek.
It’s going to be pink. It’s going to be a Mustang. Simone, dreaming about her own car after she saw a red truck drive by.
My Daddy has money, too. Nadia, after her maternal grandfather showed her his collection of silver coins.
It’s not a good look for me. Ken, after he woke up with glitter on his face.
You have to unload it, Mommy. Nadia, explaining how I needed to download a computer program.
Now we can do whatever we want. Simone, moments after I left Ken in charge.
It’s not sunny anymore. It’s partly cloudy. I think it’s going to rain. Simone, our resident meteorologist.
I want Beat It. Nadia, requesting her favorite Michael Jackson track.
Hey, stop that! Nadia, fending off the advances of a 3-year-old boy. He already had stolen a hug and was moving in for a kiss.
This is a muscle shirt. Simone, flexing her fashion knowledge.
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