H: Awww, it's my little baby guinea pig.
B: (takes imaginary guinea pig from her hands and eats it) Ope! All gone, I eat it!
H: It's a guinea pig! Not a pig! What is wrong with you?
H: I do a dance and I go potty. Then I'm all cooled down.
H: I said "hi" to those humans!
H: I'm tired. And I'm running out of air. I don't think I can make it to my bed.
Me: What? You're running out of air? Are you breathing okay?
H: You wouldn't understand. It's a little girl problem.
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