Miss S is watching Dora. She loves Dora.
When I say she loves Dora, I mean there could be a storm, thunder, lightening, and she might look up once. She sings along, dances, claps, wiggles. She says what she is meant to say, when she is meant to say it. She enthusiastically tells Swiper “Swiper, no swiping. Swiper, no swiping.”
So she comes up to me, a very serious look on her face and whispers in my ear, “You know, even if I don’t say ‘Swiper, no swiping’, he still goes away.”
It was so hard to keep a straight face.