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"...Just like I tell my dad."

Mom: Hold my hand! It's too crowded for you to let go of my hand!
Dad: He think he grown, but he ain't grown yet.
Mom: I know, waking up all early in the morning.
Dad: Next time he does that, thinkin' he's all grown, tell him to change his own shitty Pamper.