Conversation on the ride home from school:

Pickle: “Momma, could we please get a blow up?”  
K: “Well, I think we have Santa and the reindeer instead.”
P: “Could we get a blow up too?”
K:  “Um I don’t think so, but it’s sort of up to your Dad.”
P: “Why?”
K: “Because he’s the boss of outside stuff and I’m the boss of kids and inside.”
P: “Oh, …..  The little man in me is the boss of…. CCCRRRRAAAASSSHHING cars!”
K: “Oh, that is totally true.  CCRRRAASSHING cars, matchbox cars, the parking garage, that sort of stuff.”
P:  “Yeah.”  ...

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K: “Hey; how big is that little man inside of you?”
P:  “Oh, not very big, he’s pretty little, little enough to fit inside of me.”