wrote these down and forgot to post:
Sam, two days ago after being chastised for the nth time not to prevent Frida from going where she wants to go (he has been doing a lot of hauling her around, frequently against her will, and is chided about this many times a day, with regular discussions about respecting where she wants to go and thinking about how X would feel for her): "I wish Frida was a robot and we could do whatever we wanted with her."
Sam, this morning at breakfast, apropos nothing: "I bet I’ll be invited to Frida’s wedding."
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