We are driving home from lunch, and my son and daughter are singing songs in the back seat.
(Daughter - in the most pathetic voice she could muster): Bubby, don't break my heart, okay?
(Bubby): I wont!
(Daddy): What are you guys talking about?
(Daughter): I don't want him to break my heart!
My son finally showed me the soft stick-em paper heart that he was playing with. She didn't want him to mess it up.
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