Dylan is sitting at the dinner table when suddenly sounds start emanating from his stomach.
"Mommy, I think there's a meeting inside my tummy."
"Oh really. What do you think they're having a meeting about?"
"They're picking out what I should order."
Later that day...We're attempting to put together a 37 piece contraption that's missing a few pegs and I'm getting really frustrated and about to abandon the project, when Dylan grabs a piece of paper and exclaims.
"Mommy, why don't you just follow the constructions."
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