"What's the setting for the story?" I asked H, after reading about the Twelve Dancing Princesses.
"In a palace," he answered.
"Palace-tine," he added.
Another time, he went inside my friend's car. She had a soft bunny toy in it. H had said to her,
"Bunny Israel."
This kid is just ... La haw la wa laa quwwata illaa billaah.
All this should be copyrighted. I have a tongue twister in the works.
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