A different story of survival. Today Maxx and I talked about bloody noses, because a classmate had one in school.
Maxx: And den dere will be blood? And den we will die.
Me: No, you probably won't die.
Maxx: Yah, 'cause we need to survive.
Me: Yes, we want to survive.
Maxx: And da baby bird.
Me: Just like the baby bird. (?)
Maxx: Unless dey get shooted.
And that's where we conclude many conversations these days - shooting, death, destruction, etc.
