We're in the car, coming back from the park. Emerson and Zequan are in the back seat, playing action figures, and pretending to be "bampires."
"Hey, man, do you know where I can buy some coke?" Emmie asks, through plastic fangs.
"No, dude."
My head spins around so fast that it keeps going, and I have to wait until it stops to be able to observe them.
"Well, I really need some coke," Emmie's action figure complains.
"Um, Em?" I ask, cheerfully cautious. "Whatcha playing?"
"We're playing bampire store," she answers.
"Aaaaannnnd... you're looking for some coke?" I ask.
"OH!" she facepalms herself. "I meant DIET Coke!"
In that case, pick me up a two-liter.
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