It's the Yittle Fings, Part Forty-One.

We were out at my parent's house, and Mom and Ali were picking flowers. All the while, Noah and I were getting swarmed by mosquitoes.

Gramamma: "Okay, Ali - let's be all done now. Your Mom and Noah are getting eaten up by mosquitoes."

Ali: "But we can pick some more because that would take FOREVER! Mommy and Noah are big and mosquito's mouths are teeny tiny. They won't be eaten all up for a LONG TIME!!"

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Ali, consoling me about turning 30 next month: "Well, you won't die when you're 30. People don't die when they're 30 even because they're old."

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Noah laughed. Ali always has an explanation for his doings, so told me, "I think he's pretending that there are clowns in Mississippi."

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We got to Gramamma's house one day, and Ali was struck with a memory... "Oh! I had a dream about you, Gramamma! I dreamed that you needed to go tee tee but I had to move all the spoons because they were in the way. And I was eating marshmallows!!"

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Ali was in the backseat, and she started making a siren noise. Then she explained, "That tells you there is something that will get you. A tornado or a bear or a monster. Or a bad robot."