Just a taste of dinner conversation at our house:
(Mom and kids at dinner)
Mom: What do you want to be when you grow up, Holden?
Holden: What?
Mariel: A singer?
Holden: What?
Mom: A rock star, like Noella?
Noella: No, I want to be a singer.
Holden: Noella can't be a rock! Rocks don't move.
Mariel: A police officer? Mom says Noella should be that.
Holden: YEAH. A POLICE!
Noella: A police?
Holden: POOO.
Mariel: What?
Holden: I have to POOP!
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