Owen and William are playing in the sandbox in the early evening sunshine. Owen steps away from his brother with his hand at his neck and makes his way towards Pascale.
Owen: My froat hurts, mummy!
Pascale: Your throat hurts? Oh dear!
Owen: Yeah. Froat hurts.
Pascale, trying to figure out if maybe a shovel nicked his skin, or maybe he has the neighbour kid's strep throat: Where does it hurt, Owie? Does it hurt inside or outside?
Owen, matter-of-factly: Hurts in da sandbox, mummy.
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HHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! But of course Mummy! LOL
Love it!
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