Yet another strange conversation…

On the way home from dinner we were talking about my inflatable monkey (George).  The conversation went like:

Me: My monkey needs an ambulance.

Mommy: What does an ambulance do?

Me: Takes you to the X-ray place.  The place with all the pictures of the beautiful bones.  (beautiful pronounced: beeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutiful)

Mommy & Daddy: Laughter & Smiles.

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