Jackson, to Jeremy, “Hey brother, I wish we had a pet pla-ta-, a pet pal-ta-, a pet pla-ta-plus.”
“A what?” asks Jeremy.
Jack sighs, gearing up for the repeat. “A pla-ta-, a pal-ta-, a PLAT-A-PUS. I wish we had a pet platypus in our house.”
“Oh, a platypus,” he laughs. “Well I don’t think we can have one until after Salem dies. He’d just kill him and leave him on the porch for Mom.”
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