Both conversations in the span of one quick car ride to gymnastics.
Tripp: Mommy, when I grow up, I can be a fireman and drive a fire truck.
Mommy: Yes baby. You can be anything you want to be when you grow up.
Tripp: I think I might be a doctor, too.
Mommy: Yes. Or you can be a pilot, or a teacher or....
Tripp: ....or a man or a penguin.
Conversation 2:
Tripp: Mommy, these people are freaking me out.
Mommy: Where did you learn that?
Tripp: At my school.
Mommy: And what do you mean by that?
Tripp (a bit disgusted because mommy SHOULD know what I mean): I mean, when I see the people in the cars, they drive me nuts.
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