24 May 2005
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Nicholas Romolo Joel Marsetti

Nick: Joel, where does the sun come from?
Joel: You see, the sun and the moon are actually giant cookies in the sky that a grand celestial being dropped. They fall very slowly, though.
Nick: Do we get to eats them when they gets to Earth?
Joel: No. But that's why we have our own cookies.
Nick: Wouldn' that solve world hungers?
Joel: No, because cookies are bad for your teeth.
Nick: Oh… 'n' yer stomach. That's what Mother seyz.
Joel: She's right for once, er… I mean, she's right!
Nick: Did yoo notice that eberything good tastings or fun is bad for yoo or a sin? How comes is that?
Joel: Yes. Yes I have.
Nick: But how comes?
Joel: So you don't get too much of a good thing.
Nick: Oh. Yer smarts.
Joel: Yes, I am.
Nick: Do numbers go on forever?
Joel: Unfortunately, yes.
Nick: What's the biggest number you know?
Joel: A sideways 8.
Nick: What number is that?
Joel: The one no one can count to. Ask your teacher to count to it in class. Draw it out on the black board.
Nick: Okay. She's only taught us up 'til nine. All the other numbers is the same ones combined. How come yer not married? If I were a grown-ups woman, I'd marry you 'cause yer nice 'n' yer mustache ish funny 'n' it tickles.
Joel: I'm not married, though, because I'm busy with trying to be a doctor.
Nick: Oh. Can I comes to yer wedding?
Joel: Sure can.
Nick: How comes I'm bad at readings?
Joel: You need glasses.
Nick: Mother seyz that'll make my eyesights wirser.
Joel: Your mother doesn't know what she's saying in that field.
Nick: She wasn' standing in a field. She was standing in the kitchen.
Joel: …You need glasses.
Nick: What do they do?
Joel: They make your eyes better.
Nick: But I always saws like this.
Joel: Just trust me.
Nick: Okay. D'you know how many hairs I have?
Joel: Plenty.
Nick: Wrap arms 'round neck.
Joel: Aww.
Nick: Why don't you live with yer papa?
Joel: Well, there comes a time when you move away from your home.
Nick: …How comes you don't have any kids?
Joel: Haven't felt like it.
Nick: Yoo don't like kids?
Joel: That's not it. Bounce Nick some.
Nick: Cheek nuzzle.
Joel: Aww. Cheek nuzzle. Now to bed with ye!
Nick: Aww, Joel.
Joel: I'll read you a story. How about that?
Nick: Okay!
Joel: AND SO JOEL READ HIM THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS WITH MUSTACHES AND THE BIG BAD WOLF WITH ONLY A SOUL PATCH.
Nick: Wha's a soul patch?
Joel: This stupid little bit of hair right here. Points on his chin.
Nick: Ohhhh. Dun' wolves have hair all overs?
Joel: Facial hair is different. What?
Nick: Goes ons with the story.
Joel: Alright! GOES ON WITH IT. And when the wolf finally broke down the door to the finely made brick palace, he was shocked and frightened by the mustaches of the Three Little Pigs. "Beat it!" said the first little pig, brandishing a large piece of furniture in his hands, while the second and third menaced him with their brother. The bully of a wolf with a soul patch was too intimidated by their well-groomed facial hair that he had no choice but to flee!
Nick: 'S that really what happened?
Joel: In this book, yes.
Nick: Oh…
Joel: Sleep tight.
Nick: Okay. Hug.
Joel: Hug.