M: That freaky.
G: You know what?
M: What?
G: You're freaky.
M: Guess what?
G: What.
M: I love freaky you.
P: Mom, are these the sugar kind? (referring to french toast sticks)
G: Yeah! Only the best for my son and daughter.
P: Or whatever...
P: Mom, I have so much hair on my arm.
G: Wow, ya you do.
P: And I haven't eaten even a single onion! Why do I have so much hair? Can you believe that?
M: Mom! Koda lick me. That gross.
G: Hey best friend!
M: I not best friend.
G: You're not my best friend? Who are you then?
M: Name Macy.
G: Oh hi Macy.
M: I best friend.
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