Recently, Isaac went to the Talho (butcher) with my mother to buy a rabbit to roast for dinner. When the butcher prepared it by GUTTING it and CHOPPING OFF ITS HEAD, Isaac watched wide-eyed. Later, after a yummy rabbit, I caught Isaac killing his stuffed rabbit in about ten different ways. (He does love his bunny, though, and he sleeps with it every night.)
Translation:
(mom, boy/rabbit, girl)
I want to be a king.
OK.
(Rabbit) (King) (Cow) (Princess)
...
I'm not a king!
I don't like carrots, mom!
You have to eat them.
I don't want to sleep here. I need a bed.
But you're a rabbit! No.
I want to be a boy...
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