Out of the mouth and into the archives #4

Overhearing me telling Megan that I better not EVER catch her playing with her playdough ANYWHERE but up to the island, a few days later, Brooklyn very puzzled, inquired the following...

Brooklyn: Mom how come we can only play with play dough in China?

Mom: China? What are you talking about?

Brooklyn: Nooooo, I mean... you know... the river?

Mom: OHHHH. You mean how come we can only play with play dough up to the island?

Brooklyn: Yeah! That. How come?

Mom: Cause we don't have a table.