Tonight, after half an hour of quiet, completely self-initiated truck play, I heard crying. So I went to check it out. And there he stood, holding out a red finger saying, "I hurt my Fee-ee--eeee-nger." So I said, "Should I kiss it?"
The reply: "Yeah, I'm pitiful."
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