Almost 7 years old. After I picked her up from school, her mom (singing):
How was your daaay?
T: I'll kick you away
K: Don't be so mean...
T: Don't worry I am keen
(K: what's keen? T: Like smart, I know)
K: Oh my God!
T: Cocoa Pod
What an awesome impromptu poetry session
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