A conversation between Mac and me a few minutes ago:
Mac: I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 10. Guess.
Me: 8.
Mac: no, it's what I think of you.
Me (daring to hope, especially since I went to the commissary and bought him Twizzlers today): 10?
Mac: yes!
Me: oh Mac, that is so sweet. I think you're a 10, too.
Mac: well you're a 10 except when you burst out.
Me (thinking to myself... "burst out????? Moi???? WHATEVER IS HE TALKING ABOUT????????")
Then Mac, as a consolation prize, told me that his teacher said when she gets mad, "a dragon comes out.". I wonder what number he gives her when the dragon comes out?
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