Recently T has been going to bed late. In effort to convince her to go to bed earlier, I told her I would take away her playtime if she goes to bed late.
Me: T, if you go to bed late, you will lose play time the next day.
Forgetful Dory noticed the shells laid out on the ground at a time when all hope seemed to be lost and she followed them. Two dark shadows swam toward her from afar. Then, two blue tangs emerged. Dory said hesitantly, “Hello, I am…” “Dory!” Her parents cried. They dropped the shells they were holding. The reunited family danced together in joy and excitement.
It turned out that Dory’s parents had never given up on finding her after all these years.
T: I can’t cough! But I need to cough!
T’s aunt: Do you want to come over to my house to play?
T: Yes! But we have to wait until corona virus time is over.
T was walking down the stairs.
T: I have a voice. A voice! ARGH!!!! ARGH!!!!
Me: time to put away your toys.
T: but I have so much work to do!
Me: We need to practice social distancing now so that might mean you can’t go to your friend’s house.
T: How about she comes to my house?