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me: i have cold legs.
paul: i have cold eggs.
me: cold eggs?
paul: chicken eggs.
paul: they have a blanket over them.
me: to keep them warm?
paul: yes.
paul: they cracked.
paul: [pretending to hold a baby chick] look.
paul: hello.
paul: [pretending to kiss the baby chick] it has to go now.
me: where?
paul: to its grandma's house.
paul: bye.

paul: i had cooked eggs.
paul: and i ate them.
paul: they were eating-eggs.
paul: it was lunch.

i guess he still has easter on the brain? this child has probably touched maybe a total of three eggs ever in his entire life.



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