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upon seeing us:

paul: me want to go home.
us: you sure?
paul: yes!

once everyone is buckled into the car:

paul: me want to stay with aunty gramma grampa!
us: sorry, charlie.

sometimes giving the child a choice isn't always the best thing. he sniffled and muttered in incoherent rage/misery all the way home.



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