That happens

After I retold a story, at bedtime, about Biscuit (the cat) chasing Mr. Greypants (the rabbit) fruitlessly the other day Emma had her own story to tell me. I can’t do it justice but I want to remember it later, when too many work days have turned my brain to Limburger.

Mr. Greypants chased Basket around and then he chased him all’away down to here (pointing to her big toenail).
And then he wanted eats him but he didn’t bucause they were BOTH hungry and they wanted some FOOD!
(long pause to see what I thought about that and then emphatically)
That happened.