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Sven Speaks

I am sitting outside the door of Sven's room, listening to him play with duplos.  He has three little duplo people, two boys and a girl, that he has decided are a family.  I can hear him playing with them, making them talk and driving their little car across his hardwood floor.  Here are some of the things he is saying:

"Mom and Dad are getting married!"

"Dad is taking us to the temple.  Where is the temple?"  (He says this in a higher voice.  I guess the "Mom" is talking.)

"It's too far away."  (This voice is deeper.  Must be the "Dad".)

"Hooray!  It's general conference temple!"  (Now his voice is normal.  Does that mean this is the kid?)

"Beep, beep."  (That must be the car.)

"I'm making a ham and cheese sandwich."  (Then all the duplos get dumped out.)

And my personal favorite: "Carolyn, you can call me Scott."  (How romantic.)

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