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V: Even when I was born I always tried to talk but I couldn't.

V at bedtime: When are we going back to our real house?
Me: This is our real house.
V: Why didn't we bring the BONK beds from our house?

V: Do you like babies?
Me: Yes.
V: If we get one, will you love us more than the baby?

V: I am in a bad mood.
Me: Why?
V: Stop talking, it's all your fault.

V: You know what I do when I get nightmares? I take them and squash them and put them under my pillow.