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subject: mr. seven

regarding: a "diary" he received at a recent birthday party

circumstances: i notice an unusual quiet. the subject is perched on his dresser, his co-hort on a nearby bench.

the conversation:

me: whatcha doin', mr. seven?
mr7: writing in my diary

me: what are you writing about?
mr7: it's a diary mama. it's personal.
mr4: it's personal.

me: well, people normally write about their day in their diary.
mr7: how did you know?!!! i've already got a whole page!

me: so what are you writing about?
mr7: about how "ms. green" is a criminal.

me: i don't think she's a criminal honey, i think someone ran a red light and got pulled over in front of her house.
mr7: no mama, she's a criminal.
mr4: yep. she's a criminal.

conclusion: ms. green, across the street, is obviously a criminal. even though she might have had two strokes and is in a wheelchair. (i wonder if we should keep visiting?)