(Alex, Claire, and Daddy are in the car. It’s raining.)
Alex: It’s not on my sherdles.
Alex (referring to the windshield wipers): If I were a swiper, I could do that.
Daddy: What could you do?
Alex: I could swipe the rain off.
Alex: Swipers tryin' to get really really really fast, before the rain gets all over the car.
Daddy: Yeah.
Alex: We need our swipers.
(After dinner, Alex wipes his hands with a wipe.)
Alex (holding the wipe out to Daddy): Your turn!
(Daddy takes the wipe and starts wiping his hands.)
Alex: I think that boy’s gonna do it too.
Daddy: What boy?
Alex: My boy, when I grow up, and I’m a daddy, I think my boy’s gonna do it too.
Daddy: Do what?
Alex: Go like that – [Alex pantomimes wiping his hands with a wipe] – “Your turn!”
Mommy: How do you spell Alex?
Alex: A L X E.
Mommy: What’s your last name?
Alex: Gatewood Thomas.
Mommy: What’s your phone number?
Alex: 9111.
Alex: Let’s put our tongues together.
(bed time)
(Alex puts on his PJs all by himself.)
Claire: Good job, Alex.
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