Reagan: “Mommy, my a cheat-air.”
Mommy: “What, Sweetie?”
Reagan: “My a Cheat-Air.”
Mommy: “A what, Sweetie?”
Reagan: “My a CHEAT-AIR.”
Mommy: “Eliza, do you know what she’s saying?”
Eliza: “She says she’s a teacher.”
Reagan: (Smiles, happy to be understood). “My a cheat-air.”


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