Today I picked up Anika from middle school, and was driving Henry's preschool friend home. He didn't really want to go home yet, so I teased him a little bit:
Me, randomly, but sort of along the lines of a Cinderella theme: "You boys know . . . little boys who are home late turn into frogs."
Henry says emphatically, with a big grin and a pump of his fist: "Yyyyyeeeesssss!"
Friend, self-assured and matter-of-fact: "That's no true."
Henry, after thinking about it for a moment: "Hmm . . . I couldn't talk to you."
Friend: "Nope."
Henry: "Huh."
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