Last night, when it was already way past bedtime, Victor asked me for a popsicle. When I said no, he asked me to put a whale puppet on my hand. This is the conversation that followed between the whale and Victor...
Victor: "Mr. Whale, can I have a popsicle?"
Whale: "You'll have to ask your mommy."
Victor: "No, that's not a great idea."
Whale: "Well, your mommy is in charge of popsicles."
Victor: silence (mulling it over)
Daddy: "Victor, who's your mommy?"
Victor: pause, then, pointing at Lucy, "she is my mommy!"
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