Me: "Max, why is Brooklyn crying? Did you do something?"
Max: "I didn't do anything! She's crying because she's tired"
Max (holding stuffed turtle): "Look at the turtle, he has such a hard shell"
Me: "Bring him to bed with you"
Max: "No, I'm going to bring him downstairs so that he can protect the house, if someone were to break in, with his hard shell!"
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