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“Thalia, don’t eat that gingerbread house.”

“I’m not!”

“You’re licking it.”

“I’m not licking it. I’m just…kissing it.”

“You’re kissing it.”

“Yes, I’m kissing it. Mwa. Mwa. See? I’m kissing it. I’m not licking it. I just want to kiss it. I’m kissing it, see? I love you, gingerbread house.”

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“I want to be in Daddy’s belly.”

“You do? Why?”

“So I can be a baby again.”

“Well sweetie, daddies can’t have babies, only mommies.”

“When is someone else going to have a baby?”

“Like who?”

“I want Sage to have a baby.”

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea, honey. Kids can’t have babies. You can have a baby when you’re a grown-up.”

“Why not?”

“Well, your body isn’t ready. You need to be all big and strong.”

“I’m strong.”

“Why do you want to be a mommy, Thalia?”

“Because I really, really want to.”

“Why?”

“If I was a mommy I will do mommy things.”

“Like what?”

“Like cut with big scissors.”

“And what else?”

“Mail letters.”