Eileen: Do you want me to lick you?
Robin: No! I not a popsicle!
Eileen: I can gargoyle my spit.
Robin: I have to get rid of the Philippines. They aren't good for me.
(I begin worrying that people will think I'm raising racist children. Minutes later I find Robin at the kitchen sink, disposing of peas from dinner.)
The Dimock men engaged in a serious game of Connect Four.
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