On our way home from SFO last night, I got a call from someone at BUR about our lost camera (another tale, hopefully one with a happy ending). Grace asked who I was talking to, and I answered "someone at the airport." When I hung up the following ensued:
Grace: I want to talk to the airport.
Me: You want to talk to someone at the airport? You’re a funny bean!
Grace: I not a funny bean!
Me: No? Are you a funny lovey?
Grace: No!
Me: What are you, then?
Grace: I a funny baby!
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