While we were playing in the backyard, Aaron pointed to the giant pruning shears, about which warnings have been issued.
Aaron: That could cut my finger.
Rachel: Or your toe.
Aaron: Yeah. And then I would die.
Rachel: Or get an owie.
Aaron: We’re going to die.
Rachel: We are?
Aaron: We all are. Aaron and Mommy and Daddy and Jordan.
Rachel: But not today.
Aaron: Not today. On Thursday.
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