N comes into the room wearing a clip on tie....
"Look mom, my bow-tie! I'm a genius!"
Z is standing outside my room...
"Yours, mom. Yours, mom. Yours, mom"
Knowing that this will continue until I figure out what exactly she is trying to say to me, I go investigate.
It took me a minute or two to figure out it was "legos" she wanted. They were up on a shelf and she needed me to get them for her.
Legos?
Yours?
They kind of sound alike, right?
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