Owen, the other night in bed (in the dark):
“It’s so boring lying here at night! Â I just don’t think I can take it anymore. Â And don’t tell me to count stuff.”
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Finn the other, other night:
“Dada, what does ‘divine’ mean?”
“Well, it means something like…wonderful.”
“Oh, then I ‘m divine!”
!! “Oh yeah, you most assuredly are, sweetheart.”