Father: Mikey. Time for bed [Why?] Why? It’s getting dark out. Well, do you want to talk before you go to bed? [Yeah] Uh, what do you want to talk about?
Mikey: Um, the zoo.
Father: The zoo? Oh, that was so fun when we went to the zoo. What did you like best about the zoo?
Mikey: Um, the porcupines.
Father: They were big, weren’t they. And what [Yeah] else . . . yeah. What else do you remember?
Boy: Um, the two giraffes.
Father: The two giraffes? And were they taller than me or shorter than me?
Mikey: Over your head.
Father: They were over my head. They were pretty tall. And what else do you remember? [Um] I remember . . . didn’t you see a . . . an elephant? [Yeah] What about the elephant do you remember? [Um] What was he . . . was he eating? [Yeah] He was eating. And then, mommy said something happened with the elephant. That he . . . he did something.
Mikey: He throwed dirt on us.
Father: He did? [Yeah] Oh, how did he do that? With his foot?
Mikey: No, his trunk.
Father: And then you fed some ducks. What color were the ducks?
Boy: White.
Father: And what other animals do you remember?[Um] Wasn’t there some type of show?
Mikey: Yeah. A bird show.
Father: A bird show? What did the birds do?
Mikey: Um, flied.
Father: Oh, they flew around!
Boy: One flied. One.
Father: One flew. Were they good birds? [Yeah] Were they naughty at all?
Mikey: One was naughty.
Father: What did it do?
Mikey: Um, did, to, thing, what you . . . it the . . . the man what it could not do. [Translation: It did something it wasn’t supposed to do.]
Father: Uhh, okay. And then you saw some butterflies, didn’t you? [Yeah] What colors were they?
Mikey: After the bird show.
Father: After the bird show you saw them. And were the butterflies flying around all over the zoo?
Mikey: Uh, well, they’re inside.
Father: They were inside, what, a little building? [Yeah] What was the building made of? Was it made of wood? [No] What was it made of? [Glass] Oh, made of glass. And couldn’t the butterflies fly out of the glass? [No] No, oh, what stopped them from flying out?
Mikey: Um, the air.
Father: Oh, the air. Oh, there was air coming down? [Yeah] Oh, well that’s great. Well, it’s time to go to bed now. Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite. Good night.
Mikey: Good night.