When we move let’s have a fireplace.
Son: Mom! When we move to a new place, let’s get one with a fireplace.
Me: Oh, yes, I love fireplaces, that would be so nice.
Son: I know!
Me: Like at Bapa’s house, we’d be so warm and cozy. Just think.
Son: Yes. And I can burn things.
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