Vivi: Oh no, mommy! Fafa se rompió! Mira su owie! (her giraffe is "fa-fa", he is broken, look at his owie)
Me: (barely making out a tiny scratch in the plastic giraffe) Oh, pobrecito. (poor thing)
V: Oh man! I go put him in the garbage.
Me: No, he's OK. You can still play with him. Look mommy has an owie, and you're not going to put mommy in the garbage, right?
Vivi pauses, and looks at me incredulously: Mommy. You no fit in the garbage. You're too big.
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Vivi was star-struck today in Target, upon sighting her beloved pre-school teacher:
WOAH Mommy. Mrs. Hogan. Oh man! Mrs. Hogan in Jewel. (she calls every store Jewel) She going shopping! Woah man!
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V: Tonito in China. He coming here! He coming to a casa de Vivi (Vivi's house). He's so nice. He share dis and dis and dis and dis and every-fing with Vivi.
Me: That is so nice to share. I bet he'll let you play with all of his cars. And then you can share your toys with him!
V: (long regretful sigh) No. Tonito no like my toys. They're just for Vivi.
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