Scene: Petco, wandering through the reptile/rodent/furry beast aisle with Zoey. (A detour from the cat food section, so Zoey could drool over all the animals she'd love to own, including but not limited to a lizard, a ferret, two hamsters, and a handful of white mice.)
Zoey: Mommy, what's that?
Me: Hmmm...the sign says it's a gecko.
Zoey: Ooh! A gecko! Does it copy back what you say?
Me: Pardon?
Zoey: You know! Does it copy what you say!
Me: Um, no.
*Pause*
Me: Wait. Do you mean, like an echo?
Zoey: YEAH! GECKO!
She still wants one, even if it will never repeat what she says.
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this is a POEM!
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