The thought process of a two-year-old amazes me. Every day, at dinner, I ask Maureen how her day at school was, and reply always revolves around what a classmate, Max, did or said. And not necessarily what Max did with (or to) her.
Me: Mojo, happened at school today?
Maureen: Max wasn't at school, he was sick today. Or: Max was a naughty boy today; he said "No Mojo, my toy."
Max is a bit of a trouble maker in school. He is the boy who suffered the wrath of Mojo after pushing another student to the floor a few months ago. Why is it that females are always attracted to the bad boy? Makes no sense to me.
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