So the other day, I walked in from unloading the car to find my little boy on the floor with our dog Jalapeño, calling him "Evil Po-po." Apparently his mother, who was sitting on the couch next nearby the two, had been planting the idea in his head. I took compassion on our little dachshund and said, "Peno's not evil."
A small discussion took place in regards to our dog's degree of depravity, when Elijah piped up, "I see Po-po evil, I check." He turns and looks over at Peño and declares, shaking his head, "No. He not evil."
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