Sculpting reality

Thumper is busily playing with playdough...

"What are you making now?" I ask.

"That is a pile of dog poo." she states, in a very matter of fact way.

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Can we fix it? Probably.

Thumper: Barb the boolder, can we fix it? Barb the boolder yes we can, no we can't.

BallFiend: Thumper, it's Bob the builder.

Thumper: Barb the boolder, can we fix it? Barb the boolder yes we can, no we can't.

BallFiend: Thumper, sing "Bob the builder"!

Thumper: Barb the boolder we can fix it.

BallFiend: No, sing "Bob. The. Builder."

Thumper: Barb the boolder no we can't.

BallFiend: Thumper!! Say "Bob".

Thumper: Bob.

BallFiend: Now sing "the"

Thumper: Boolder

BallFiend: No! Say "the"

Thumper: The.

BallFiend: Builder. Yes we can.

Thumper: No we can't.

BallFiend: No! It's "yes we can"!

Thumper:  Bob the builder, yes we can.

Both kids then continued to sing together... sort of.

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To state the obvious...

Thumper: "Miki makya bog!"
DeepSpice: "Miki makya bog?"
Thumper: "I'm playing a silly game, not talking to you!"
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Cushion-y protection

BallFiend, sitting on the couch, building a cushion-fort around himself: "I need to put these here so hands can't get in and tickle my toes."

(Thanks to DeepSpice for noting this down while I was at work.)
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