Fresh from the bathtub tonight:
<Tiny is squirting Sweetie with a water gun>
- You 'posa be sad!
- Me? I'm supposed to be sad?
- I kill her.
- Oh, no! Don't kill my Sweetie! I'll miss her!
- Okay, I make her alive again.
- How can you do that? Are you God?
- I put soap on her face.
<touches Sweetie with bath pouffy>
Tiny has an impressive imagination. Any object can be any other object.
A few minutes later:
<Tiny is all distressed, like she has a boo-boo>
- I gotta rock in my finger!
- A rock in your finger?
- How can you have a rock inside your finger?
- Come see!
<gingerly holding her finger>
- Right there?
- That's not a rock, it's your knuckle. Everybody has knuckles.