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Lee: This is where your boat goes, right? What else? We need a stuffed animal or two pillows? Look there’s two pillows over there. You gonna grab one? This is where we sit and watch the baby sleep. I sit here. I’m the guard. And this is where you sleep. You’re the guard? You picked your favorite book out? You’re taller than me? Rosie, look it. I’m taller than you. You have to put your knees like me. Crash. I almost hit your baby.

Rose: Be careful don’t hit my baby.

L: I’m going to get my stuffed animal and a lot, a lot of blankets. Hey Rosie, I got some blankets. Wheeooo. Wheeooo. There. Bebe. The baby is awake, but don’t wake her up because she is scared of the sharks. Please hold the baby, Rose. She’s afraid of the sharks.

R: This is our baby.

L: Nobody else can hold the baby or they chop their heads off. If someone chops this baby off, we’ll throw a rocket on them and get hurt and bam right in the nose. Owww, that gonna hurt.

R: See that bug bite?

L: I’m gonna put some medicine, Rosie.

R: You be right back? Some medicine. 

L: Right there, Rosie?

R: Yes.

L: Shhhooop. Up oh! This is a crockerdial. I accidentally put a crockerdial on your bug bite. He accidentally hit his head on the bottom of the well. Crash. Hey, watch this Rosie. I’m going to jump over the crockerdial.

R: I’m going to put the baby in her little crib.

L: I’m bringing the piece of wood for a fire.

R: No! My legs are there. No! The baby is crying.

L: No, Rose. This is to keep the crockerdials from biting her. Don’t boom this over. This is where the baby sleeps. I’m going to sit on this. This is a different island and you can come on it. See, it doesn’t fall.

R: No I don’t want to.

L: You don’t want to break your head open on the sharks?

R: No, I’m going to take my little baby off to the bedroom.

L: Mommy, I lost my Rosie.


Oh my heavens, this is so funny! No lines between truth and fiction!!
You can also see a bit of mommy-ing in Rose and more adventure in Lee. So fun!

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