Robbie was being cranky and stomping around the house. He was looking for words to express the pissed-offness he felt all the way down to the corners of his soul. So he busts out with “I want to talk to strangers!”
I think this is the 4-year-old equivalent of “fuck you and the horse you rode in on,” but I’d need a dictionary to be certain.
Mike, always the helpful big brother, says “if you talk to strangers you will be boiled into food. Do you want to be boiled into food? Then don’t talk to strangers.”
I’m in agreement with the conclusion, natch, but I feel like I need to find out what has been discussed at their preschool lately…