Cumulus: Aurora, what are you doing up at five AM?
Aurora: I don’t know. I’m excited, I guess.
Cumulus: I bet.
Piccolo: You know, how about we go to the park?
Cappella: PARK!
Piccolo: Alright then.
Cappella: This baby growing in your tummy has ruined EVERYTHING!
Piccolo: Nothing has changed, Cap.
Cappella: You HATE ME!
Piccolo: No I don’t, Cap.
Cappella: Ok…
Arpeggio: We can share, Cappella!
Piccolo: That sounds like a great idea, Ar!
Cappella: Hmph.
Piccolo: Why are you throwing a tantrum, Cappella?
Cappella: They’re MY blocks! And Arpeggio wants to play with them!
Piccolo: They’re aren’t your blocks. They’re both of yours.
Arpeggio: If you are done with the blocks, can I play with them?
Cappella: NO!
Arpeggio: Why not?
Cappella: They’re MY blocks!
Cappella: Sonata, I am sick of blocks.
Sonata: Boof?
Cumulus: Well, you should start packing. Your flight leaves at ten AM tomorrow!
Aurora: Wait, what?
Aurora: Thank you so, so much!
Cumlus: No problem, sweetie.
