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Little Negotiations

Overheard while driving:

Isaac: “Twust me, Eli. Tomowow is my birfday.”

Wife: “Isaac, your birthday isn’t until September.”

Isaac: “Is that tomowow?”

Wife: “No, sweetie. It’s a lot of days away.”

Isaac: “Oh.”

And then later, while Eli and Isaac flop around like otters in the bathtub, periodically splashing either me or my newspaper, or splashing each other:

(splash, splash, splash)

“Stop, Isaac.”

(splash, splash, splash)

“Stop. Stop. STOP.”

(splash, splash, SPLASH)

Stop doesn’t mean do it!”

“Oh. Sowwy.”

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