My four year old son muses on life and other great inventions. I try to keep a record so we won't forget. If Mr T ever runs out of ideas, I've made a Mr A who can take over when he learns to talk.
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Plight of the Biscuit
"This biscuit I have eaten, mum, will soon turn to shit." Sad face, thin voice: "I don't want to become shit, says the biscuit"
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