Yesterday, with his finger dangerously close to my eye, T said, "I love her green eyes. Hey Oo, I love her green eyes."
To which Oo lovingly responded, "And I love your blue eyes."
Then T said (with his finger again frightfully close to my eyeball), "Yes, I have blue eyes. Her have green eyes... and red."
Darn you, Olympics! Why do you have to be on so late at night?
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