Gabby: It's da po-weis (police).
Me: Yes, it is.
Gabby: Wook out or dey get us.
Me: What do you mean?
Gabby: He would take us in his big stwong hands and eat us.
I think I better have a talk with her about what the police really do!
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Our vocal oldest, about her more quiet younger sister...
(heavy sigh) She keeps talking and talking. She just jabbers and jabbers.
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And so as not to leave the little guy out, things he's been saying lately: Wha' dat, sistas (sisters), and go, go, go!
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