This’ll be on Artbook #9’s cover…thank you to two-point-five year old Ohia:

Ohia: Where’s your car?

Me: Well, my car’s called a bus.

(Silence.)

Me: But you know what? I have a chauffeur… it’s called a bus driver.

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Ohia: I found eggs today.

Me: Oh, you’re so loved.

Ohia: I love you.

Me: I love you, too.