Dylan: We go'n' move to new house.
Daddy: Nope Dylan. This is it. We're gonna die here.
Dylan (panicked and confused): We're go'n' die here?!
Mommy (intervening): We're going to live here for a long time. When you grow up, you'll move to a new house. With your wife. And you'll bring your kids over to our house to play here.
Daddy: Do you like that Dylan?
Dylan: Mmmhmm. (smiles his crinkly face smile.)
Mommy: Who will you marry when you grow up?
Dylan, thinks for a moment: I think I will marry a princess. And I will be the prince. (nodding contentedly) I will do that next time.
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