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"Quil? I wan make you purdy?"

"How, Claire?"

"Make up!"

"Sure, Claire."

"Quil! I want a gween wock!"

"Here you go, Claire, I found you one."

"Quil, I drew you a picture in daycare! Look!"

"It looks great, Claire. I'll keep it forever."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Can I read you a story, Quil? My teacher read it to us in class today."

"What's it called?"

"The Cat in the Hat."

"That's a hard book for a kindergartner."

"Not for me. I practiced a lot."

"Okay, let's hear it, Claire."

"Quil, can you help me make a leprechaun trap? I wanna catch one at school!"

"What do you want to make it out of, Claire?"

"I'll paint this box and you tie the cheese to the stick."

"You got it, Claire."

"Quil? Will you come to my ballet recital?"

"Of course I'll come, Claire. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Come on Quil! Give me a hard one!"

"Okay, what is 6 times 7?"

"That's easy! 42!"

"Wow, you are some kind of genius, Claire!"

"Quil! You're bleeding!"

"No, it's just the watermelon, Claire. See? No cut."

"Oh, I thought I saw you cut yourself, Quil."

"No, I'm not hurt, Claire."

"Quil?"

"Yes, Claire?"

"Where do babies come from?"

"Uh..... we'll call your mom, okay, Claire?"

"Quil! I'm scared. What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong, Claire. Your body is just changing. I'm just gonna call your Aunt Emily to help you out. Just stay in the bathroom, okay, Claire?"

"Quil, will you train me for track? I want to beat that stupid, ugly Ashley."

"Stupid Ugly Ashley won't know what hit her, Claire, when I'm done with you."

"Thank you for the watch, Quil. It's the best graduation present I got!"

"You deserve the best, Claire. Junior high is a big deal."

"Quil, do you think I'm pretty?"

"I think you're beautiful, Claire."

"Why don't boys like me?"

"Boys have very bad eyesight, Claire, but they have very sneaky hands. They like girls that let them put their hands on them."

"Urgh, boys are stupid."

"I'm glad you think so, Claire."

"Quil, why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Why would I need a girlfriend when I have a Claire?"

"Don't you want to hang out with girls?"

"No, I'm good right here."

"Claire, what's a color guard?"

"It's a tall flag person. We twirl and toss flags and batons with the band."

"Is that why you're going to band camp?"

"Yes, Quil."

"Will you promise me not to play Truth or Dare or make out with guys at camp?"

"Yes, Quil, I promise."

"Quil?"

"Yes, Claire?"

"Why do you always hang out with me?"

"I like hanging out with you, Claire. You're a cool person to hang out with."

"Wouldn't you rather hang out with people your age, or whatever?"

"No, Claire. I would much rather hang out with my favorite girl."