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Parker had a playdate today with a boy in his class named Stellan. Stellan is the kinda of kid that doesn't play tag with the other boys, brings in things like venus fly traps to school, and reads books like Gulliver's Travels. On top of all that, he is very short and talks with a bit of a lisp.

Parker thinks he's great.

So today when they were discussing what kind of Halloween candy they like, I asked him what he was gonna be for Halloween.

He replied, "Sartre."

I pause, thinking that it is totally possible that he actually said Sartre, but then repeated him to confirm and said, "Sartre? Like the French Philosopher?"

Then he said, "No, a SHARK!"

Which made a little bit more sense.