To make things easy today, and to prove that the bots are still here, being their eminently quotable selves, I’ve transcribed a few lines from the past forty-eight hours. You can see that we haven’t been bored; our topics ranged from mammals to physics to love. They are all connected, after all.
Mbot, on the beluga whale: “We studied the Polar regions. All of us had to learn about the beluga whale. It hops around the sea scaring people.”
Gbot, on panda bears: “If I were a panda, I would eat ALL your bamboo.”
Mbot, on Gbot: “I want his stomach to get REALLY fat, so he floats away!”
Mbot, on me: “I think you taste good in your heart, Mom, cuz you make my heart beat really fast.”
Mbot on Junepbear: “Joompbear, you’re deesGUSting.” (I gasped inwardly when I heard this. Mbot was examining his old stuffed bear at close range, and I feared that he finally had gained some perspective on the ratty old thing’s rather poorly aging fur, which at this point doesn’t get a whole lot cleaner looking with washing. I feared I was witnessing the end of an era. I shouldn’t have worried. He continued lovingly, “You’ve got some jelly on your head!”
Mbot, on relativity: “So, germs think that garbage cans are continents?”
Gbot on ear cell hydration: “I poured water in my ear so my ear cells could have a drink.”
Mbot, from the back seat: “Can’t you please drop me off at Grandma’s, Mom? I really want to give you some peace.”
Mbot, having rethought his opinion of Gbot: “I want him to be cute for the rest of his life.”
Ditto, and right back atcha, kid.