from the backseat on the way home.
Miss Priss: Mommy are we going to our house?
Boo: My house.
Miss Priss: No, it's -
Boo: My house.
Miss Priss: No, we share it.
Boo: Mommy and my house.
Miss Priss: What about me?
Boo: Me and Miss Priss's house.
Miss Priss: And Mommy.
Boo: No.
Miss Priss: If I sell you to the circus (a silly threat that we've always made to Miss Priss), then it will be my house and Mommy's house.
Boo: No, I sell you to the circus.
LOL
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