Admiring the fall display outside of school, points to the Indian corn:
L: "What's this mommy?"M: "Thats corn."
L: "Oh, punkins eat corn?"
L: "I smell like a fire truck!"
Climbing on the couch arm,
L: "Mom scoot back... I gotta do this!"
M: "Guess who's coming over tonight?"
L: "Pappa??"
M: "No..."
L: "A flashlight!"
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