In the last half hour alone...
Boy, carrying his beloved Mr. Bear, wrapped up in his even more beloved dressy: Look at my baby.
Mama: Oh how sweet, what's his name?
Boy: Panda.
Mama: Lovely! How old is he?
Boy: He's 4.
Mama: Wow, 4 is big for a baby.
Boy: Mm. Do you want to hold him?
Mama: I'd love to!
Boy: You could look after him for me.
Mama: Oh, ok.
Boy: Cos I've got to go to work and I can't bring my baby with me. I'll take my phone and you can call me if he needs me.
Boy, on the phone: Hiii. How are you, I'm fine, do you want to me to come over and see him?
Boy, appearing and plucking Mr Bear from his buggy: Um s'cuse me, Dr. Panda is a bit sore. His nose is, he um, his eyes... he needs an eye test.
Mama performs eye test and proclaims his eyes to be perfect.
Boy: He's crying. He didn't like that. Can you give him a sweet please.
Mama / Dr: But babies shouldn't really have sweets, should they?
Boy: He's a boy now!!
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Later, mid-snatching fury.
Boy, exasperated: I'm sorry about that. Panda wasn't feeling very well.
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Later still, I was assigned the role of Kelly, a friend of ours and the mother of one of his friends.
Boy: Kelly, I didn't get to play at school today, my friends did say NO EDIE (wagging his finger and furrowing his brow) and I'm sad.
Mama / Kelly: Oh dear I'd be sad too if I were you. Which friend was that?
Boy: Um. Peach.
Mama / Kelly: Oh dear. That was not kind of Peach. Will an ice cream cheer you up?
Boy, shaking head woefully: No. That won't help me.
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