"Don't do it!" warned Mr. Dog.
Too late, Big Dog put his hand on my head and pretended to lift my brain from my skull.
"Thousand Grabioli. Orange. Old Fashioned." pause "and a nut" he says in the same robot voice.
"What? What are you doing?" I asked.
"I am reading your brain." says my son the robot.
"And I have ravioli in there?"
"Yes, grabioli and a nut."
"I see"
He dramatically puts the brain back in place.
"What about your dad?"
"Oh, he already read my brain" he laughs
"So what's in your brain," I ask.
"Ravioli, and a nut."
"Why are there ravioli in our brains?" I ask the robot.
"Go to sleep." says the robot. And that is the end of the discussion.
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