H: Momma, that dead Nicholas guy brought us candy!
B: Mommy, need coffee.
Me: I don't have any coffee, baby.
B: Mommy, pleeeeeeease. Mas coffee. I need it.
H: What are you doing on your phone? Are you checking on the kitty cat and making sure she likes Heaven?
H: My hand is because my tears are crying.
H: The snow is going on me because it thinks I'm the ground.
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