Last night at the dinner table Harley finished her drink and asked for more. I got her some water from the tap. I was also doing something else so she came and got her glass from me and returned to the table with Randle and Natalie. When she got back to the table she had a conversations with Randle. Here is how it went:
Harley : Do fish poop?
Randle: Yes
Harley : Where do they poop?
Randle: In the water.
Harley: So fish pooped in my water?
Randle: Well they cleaned it.
Harley: How?
Randle: People have machines that clean water.
You never know what they are thinking. I don't even think we were talking about fish, and I KNOW we weren't talking about poop.
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