Webster and I watch Star Wars. He points to Obi Wan Kenobi, concerned.
WEBSTER: Who is that?
ME: That’s Obi Wan Kenobi.
WEBSTER: Is that Obi Wan Kenobi?
ME: Yes it is.
WEBSTER: That’s who that is?
ME: Yes, that’s Obi Wan Kenobi.
WEBSTER: And does he have a beard?
ME: Yes he does.
WEBSTER: And what does he use it for?
WEBSTER: (singing) What does the boob say?
VIOLET: (singing) I’m gonna give milk to the boy. I’m gonna give milk to the girl.
VIOLET: Hey Daddy. I just thought of nothing.
ME: Oh… how is that, exactly?
VIOLET: It’s kind of like a squiggle that I focus on. In my brain.
VIOLET: It’s like a Netflix swirl. Like my brain is loading.
from Violet and Webster’s performance art show.
Webster clutches his cheek in pain.
ME: What, buddy?
WEBSTER: My teeth bit me!
ME: Aw, did you bite your cheek? I’m sorry. Can I make it better?
Webster gets a steely look in his eye.
WEBSTER: I want you to yell at my teeth.
ME: … Okay. (in a very serious voice) Teeth. Don’t bite Webster. Do you hear me, teeth?
WEBSTER: Or they will get a time out.