Mom: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Cael: "Let me think... ... ... I know, a farmer!"
Mom: "What are you going to grow on your farm?"
Cael: "You mean like animals?"
Mom: "Sure, animals or vegetables. What do you think?"
Cael: "Baby tigers. ... Baby piggies."
Mom: "Oh, careful! The baby tigers may want to eat the baby piggies."
Cael: "Not on my farm."
Mom: "Okay, what else?"
Cael: "Mice in a cage. Baby kitties. And baby puppies."
Mom: "That's wonderful! Where is your farm going to be? Iowa? Nebraska? Missouri?"
Cael: "Hmm... ... ... I know! NORTH AMERICA!"
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