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Saturday, November 29, 2008
The mystery of the red lollipop
Grandmum bought Chab a red lollipop. Chab broke the stick. Grandmum said here, i'll replace it, and changes the lollipop with a new one and leaves to go upstairs.
A while later Chab breaks the stick of the second lollipop.
As we are going upstairs for bed, we meet grandmum at the landing.
Grandmum: Elisha, o, where is your lollipop?
Chab: I broke it.
Grandmum: (thinking that she was thinking of the first lollipop) No, I gave you a new one, diba?
Chab: But, I broke-d it also..
Grandmum: I don't believe you.
Chab: I don't care!
Ayayay, what 2 year olds would say... Or maybe it's just this 2 year old. Where did she pick that phrase up, and how did she know how to use it?
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BWAAAHHAHAHAHAHA!! she is too funny ;p lolz
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