Rooby: You know what’s another word for energy?
Rooby: Driving skills.
Me: “Driving skills”??
Rooby: Yes. And your silly bone is under your elbow.
Rooby: But I don’t want to see it. I don’t want it to come out.
Me: It will probably stay inside.
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?
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.