The Stories of our Lives

F – Don’t eat all the cookies, leave some for your son.
E – I’m only eating the parts with chocolate chips, because the heat in the car melted them all, and I don’t want him to get chocolate all over himself.
F – Ah… So, then, you’re really sacrificing yourself to eat all this chocolate.
E – Wellmmmyeahmmm…

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On the road to vacation:
F – Oh!…
E – Eeehh…!
F – … Did we get it?
E – Hum… yeah. I saw him bounce on the hood.
F – Poor little bird.
E – Must be rough, getting hit at 100km/h like that.
F – He must have been like: “Eeee, I’ll pass, I’ll pass, I’ll pass… oop, no.”

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F – You think he likes that toy caterpillar BECAUSE it makes that much noise?

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E (Sitting on the toilet.)
X (Enters the bathroom.)
E – Hey Xavier. Say, would you like to sit and pee on your potty? Like mommy?
X (Nods.)
E – Come here, I’ll take your diaper off so you can sit on your potty.
X (Approaches.)
E (Bends and takes his diaper off.)
E – Oh s**t!
X (Runs off to the living room, tushie full of poo.)
E – Frank! Help!
F (in the other room) – What the…?!

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X – Brown!
E – What, Xavier? What’s brown?
X – Brown… Dora.
E – Ah! Yes, that’s right. That’s because Dora is latino-american.
X – Okay!

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In the car:
X – Sun!
F – The sun?
X – Sun! There.
E – There’s no sun, Xavier, it’s evening… ah, that’s a star, there. It’s a star you see. It’s pretty, isn’t it?
X – Yes. ‘tar!
F – In fact, you’re right, Xavier, that star IS a sun.