Short exert from a conversation with Bailey today:
(carrying suitcases, backpacks and purses)
Me: We're going to gram and bubba's. Come on.
(we climb onto the couch which is the plane. Bails has trouble getting up.)
Me: Do you need help, friend?
Baie:I am the driver of the plane.
Me: No, you're not.
Baie: Yes I are.
Me: No, cause you have a suitcase.
Baie: Yes I are!
(he mimes driving with sound effects, as though the plane were a car)
Baie: We're here! We're at gram and bubba's.
Me: Okay let's go!
(de-couch and walk around living room with luggage, finally getting under dining room table)
Me: Okay now let's take everything out. (referring to suitcases)
Baie: I don't want to.
Me: Bailey, do you want to see what's in it?
Baie: Only one thing, my race car. Just one thing at Gram and bubba's - race car on the highway.
Me: Bailey, don't put it in the rain, it's raining out.
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