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John Bedell

My five-year-old daughter and her five-year-old cousin, playing with their Pretty Ponies yesterday afternoon:

Mary Rose: We're going to the ball.  There's a prize for the first one at the ball, and I got it.

Lydia: No, I got it!  It's a gold saddle.

Mary Rose: I got a silver bridle.  With jewels.

Lydia: Well, I'm going over here.

Mary Rose: No, you can't, that's where I'm marrying my Prince.

Lydia: Well, I already married my Prince, and he's handsome.

Mary Rose: My Prince is nice.

Lydia: My Prince is handsome and nice....

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My sons prefer blowing up each other's space ships.

June 2, 2000

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