K: Mommy, R told me that when she grows up, she wants to be a teacher.
M: Really? That's nice, she'd be a good teacher.
K: Well, when I grow up, I'm not quite sure what I want to be. Oh I know! I want to be a Princess.
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M: When we get home, would you like to play with some chalk and draw on the driveway?
K: Oh yes, and I want to draw a picture of you and daddy getting married. I'll draw daddy with a big head, and I'll draw you . . . . with a small head.
M: You're welcome for buying you all the bedding, honey.
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