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oh good

me: time to wake up.
me: it's time to go to aunty gramma grampa.
paul: [stretches]
paul: i love you.
me: i love you, too.
paul: oh good.
me: what is that from?
paul: remember blue's clues?
paul: it was the robot.
me: ah, gilda the builder?
paul: yes.
paul: i'm going to aunty gramma grampa.
paul: oh good.
paul: i'm going to aunty gramma grampa.
paul: oh good.

he repeated that at least ten times before we even left the house.

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