Me: (indulgently) You think she lives at church?
Monroe: (indignantly) NO. I say she lives at church.
Me: (with an air of resignation) You say she lives at church.
Monroe: Teacher Brendan told me she lives at church. (pause) He lives in the music room.
This exchange reminded me of an adorable book from my own childhood--a quick googling reminded me of the title: "My Teacher Sleeps at School."
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