Conversations with Burrito

Sometimes, John writes his own material.

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Driving down the street, John sees some snow.
John: What's that snow doing?
Dad: It's just sitting there.
John: No, it's resting.

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Jumping on the bed, John falls off.
John: I'm crying!
Dad: Why?
John: Because I'm sad.
Dad: Why are you sad?
John: Because I fell and got an owee.
Dad: Want a kiss? Kisses make it better.
John: No, I just want to keep crying.
Dad: Huh?
John: I want to cry until I feel better.
Dad: Okay.

John: Can you go away until I feel better?

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Riding his bike around the cul-de-sac at the end of our street, John changes direction.

Dad: You're going the other way now?
John: Yes.
Dad: You don't want to go that way? When you go that way (downhill over a big bump in the sidewalk), you can go super-fast (this is one of John's new words).
John: I want to go a little slower.

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Wanting to play outside, Mom tries to persuade John to play on the deck instead.

Mom: Why don't you play on the deck?
John: There's ice. It's not safe.
Dad: He's right, the deck is pretty iced over.
Mom: So is the front yard.
John: That ice is safe.

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