Zanzi: When you put 5 trees together it makes fog.
Zanzi: I like kind of berries.
Mama: What's a kind of berry?
Zanzi: It's when you taste it and you say, "um I like it."
Zanzi: I want a dragon as a pet, a nice dragon.
Mama: Can you smell the rain?
Zanzi: I can't smell myself even.
Zanzi: Did you ever eat a CD?
Papa: Did you ever see a deer pouring beer in his ear?
Zanzi: Did it taste like baseball?
Papa: Can I call you Gumbi?
Zanzi: (not really bothered at all) sure.
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2 comments:
I like that it's impossible to out-surreal Zanzi.
I know, here she is three, and just as quick as he is.
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