(Background: When I picked up Elian from playschool he was running around with this toy that looked like it could've been magnets stuck together.)
MAMA: What was that thing you were running around with at playschool?
ELIAN: It was a gun.
MAMA: A gun?
ELIAN: Not the kind you shoot with. Just the kind you run around with.
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