At the Cooper Hewitt museum, during a nice day out in the city.
Rooby: It’s a picture.
Me: Ah, yes. But what is it a picture of?
Rooby: You and me and Popo. See my face? I’m very sad.
Me: Why are you very sad?
Rooby: [grunt] House.
Me: You’re very sad because we dragged you out of the house and made you do fun things in the city?
Rooby: Yes. I’m very sad because you dragged me out of the house. And all I want to do is watch TV.
Me: We look very happy to be making you so miserable.
Rooby: Here, mom. Will you write it for me?
Me: What should I write?
Rooby: “Dear Mom, Please do not ever do that again. Love, Ruby.”