Conversation with Minty: a flair for the dramatic

Whilst attempting to stop Minty from 'checking on' Turi while he slept I grabbed hold of her ankle...

Minty [commanding]: release my foot!

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A threat was issued while I was trying to tidy up some glitter from the table...

Minty: don't wipe my sparkles... it's dangerous

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Hypochondria sets in...

Me: Your cough sounds terrible

Minty: It's a dying sound

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Channeling Veruca Salt at bedtime...

Minty: I want a million dollars made out of chocolate, and a necklace... and a penguin.