Background: Thomas and I are in the kitchen, along with all 5 of the larger parrots. Max is on the counter. Stella is on the ground. The caiques are on stands. Rocky is on the table.
Me: Are you OK with her eating your mail?
Thomas: Sure. What? Nail?
Me: Mail
Thomas: Nail
Me: Mail
Thomas: Yes, she's eating my nail
Me: Mail
Finally, I stopped this conversation as it was apparent Thomas was talking about Stella preening his feet and I was talking about Max chewing on envelopes. Rhyming destruction!
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