Megan: Look where I put the gate so Reznor can't bump his head on this sharp thing.
I think of every kind of good rule every morning. Like, punishing bad guys.
Mommy: What kind of car do you want when you grow up?
Megan: I want a red car. I think it's called a Ferarri.
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And where do you think she learned that?
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