Last night, while Thing One was taking her bath, Thing Two stepped into the bathroom and asked, in her broken three year-old English, “Do you want to see something sad?”
“Okay,” said Thing One.
Thing Two produced three Powerpuff Girls dolls and a stuffed poodle. She arranged the four toys on the bathroom floor, each lying on its back (the poodle’s legs sticking up in the air), then joined them on the floor. She lolled her head and stuck her tongue out.
“We’re dead,” she said, and closed her eyes.
“I’ll always remember you,” said Thing One with a fake sob.
