“Mommy broke the balloons cover daddy. She broke it. See. She broke it. She put the groceries on it and it broke. Like this. See. It’s broke daddy. Mommy broke it. Let me break it; see, like this…” (proceeds to put the CD cover on my legs and press down on it as hard as he can. It doesn’t )
“… the movie is broke. NO. Um. Not the movie. The … um … the …”
“The CD …”
“The CD is broke Daddy. Mommy broke it. With the groceries …” Walks over to the mirror in our bedroom, looks at the CD cover, “See Daddy. It’s broke. It’s the library music. Crash. It’s broke, Mommy broke it …”
“Sorry it broke Elliott. I’m sure it was an accident.”
“It’s broken. Bye Daddy …” heard as he exits the room, fading out down the hallway; “Mommy, I told Daddy you broke the balloons music …”