Ronnie Story
Conversation in the car with Ronnie, on the way home from school yesterday:
Ronnie: “I want a diarrhea.”
(Michael: Muffled giggling)
Mom: “Why would you want diarrhea????”
(Michael: Barely contained laughing)
Ronnie, injured: “I want a diarrhea!!! Like a book!!”
Mom: “OH… you mean a diary”
(Michael: Loud guffaws)
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