Problem solving.

Me: I need you to hold my hand when we’re crossing the street.

Rooby: Mom, I can take care of myself.

Me: I know you can. I’m worried about the cars that use the road. I don’t trust them to take care of you.

Rooby: You’re afraid they’ll squash your baby?

Me: Yes, exactly.

Rooby: Oh. That would be sad for you, if they squashed your baby.

Me: Yes, it would.

Rooby: But I know—you could just make another one!

Me: Another baby?

Rooby: Yes, you could make another baby. It would be just like me. But give it a different name. Like Sesame. Or Bulby.


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