On our way to the grocery store a few hours ago, I sat in the back next to AJ.
AJ, looking over at me: Mama! You hafta buckle your seatbelt.
Me: oh yeah! You're right (I buckled it up)
AJ: Because if you don't (whispering) the PO-LICE will come get you.
Me: (whispering) And what will they do to me?
AJ: (still whispering) They'll take you to the dentist
Me: Oh, right.
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