Just another bedtime chat.

Rooby: You know what’s another word for energy?

Me: What?

Rooby: Driving skills.

Me: “Driving skills”??

Rooby: Yes. And your silly bone is under your elbow.

Me: Okay.

Rooby: But I don’t want to see it. I don’t want it to come out.

Me: It will probably stay inside.

Rooby: Why?

Me: Well, because…that’s where it lives.

Rooby: And because we don’t have scissors.

[Several minutes pass. I think she’s asleep. And then…]

Rooby: I DON’T LIKE POOP.

Me: You don’t?

Rooby: I DON’T WANT TO EAT IT.

Me: You never have to eat poop.

Rooby: Because we don’t eat poop and we don’t drink pee?

Me: Right.

Rooby: And we don’t touch our bums?

Me: Well, you can do what you want with your own body, but sometimes you should wait until you’re in private.

Rooby: Yes. But what are we talking about?

Me: You know, I’m not really sure.

Rooby: Let’s go back to the beginning. Of our talking.

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