From the backseat, in the dark, very late, on the drive home from Grandma’s house tonight:
Gbot: “I want a butterfly suit so I can fly home.”
Mbot: “I want a bat suit so I can stay out all night.”
I’d have taken a butterfly suit myself; after a busy weekend, home couldn’t come soon enough. Now if I could only fall asleep for two weeks, caterpillar-style, and awaken, transformed….
What kind of suit do you want tonight?