While I was sleeping...
Bek: I want my Mama.
Curtis: Who's "my Mama"? I don't know who that is.
Bek: You know, the one who cooks a lot in the kitchen?
Curtis: Hmmm, "my Mama", I still don't know who you mean.
Bek: You know, she has long, black hair?
Curtis: I'm still not sure...
Bek: You know, she cooks with the microwave and I help her sometimes?
Curtis: I'm not sure who you mean...
Bek: You know, she does lots of laundry?
Curtis: Nope, I'm still not sure who this "my Mama" is that you're talking about.
Bek: You'll remember who she is when she wakes up.
Oh Bek.
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