-Benny, when I’m a grown-up and you’re a grown-up and Oskar too and mama and dada die, can I have the campervan? -We can both have it, Molly! Together. -We can’t, Benny. Because we’ll be married to other people. You’ll have to meet someone new and get married. -I’ll marry one of mama’s friends and then I won’t have to meet anyone new.
Heads up, friends – one of you’s Benny’s potential love interest. More out of practical than romantic reasons, though. (Unfortunately, Molly and her future partner get the campervan after I die.)
-I went on an adventure up on that hill! I found an orange ladybird and a red ladybird and a big fat yellow snail! Then I got stung by something and I stumbled and fell and I rolled down the hill! And my knees are all dirty and scratched.
-School was great today! We played the police. It was very painful. -Why was it painful? -Because we were hitting each other. -Who played this game? -My whole class. -So the game was just a bunch of kids beating each other up? -Yes! And I was the police dog. -So you didn’t get hit? -No. They kicked me a lot.