"Is it the end of the day?"
"Yes, buddy. It's the end of the day.
[To Aura] "You can go home now."
[Aura seems a bit offended by this dismissal; I explain that it's not an order, but his way of letting her know it's OK if she leaves. I'm not sure this explanation was satisfactory to her.] EXIT AURA.
"How is Aura gon' get home? It's too far to walk."
"I think she'll probably take the bus, honey."
"Daddy takes the bus to work."
"Yes, he does take the bus to work sometimes. And sometimes he walks. How does mommy get to work?"
"She goes up the stairs and works on her computer!"
"That's right! I do go up the stairs and work on my computer."
"How you paint that?"
"Paint what?" [I look around.] "How did I paint what?"
"Paint your hair! You painted your hair, and now it looks really nice!"
[I remember that the Beaner had watched me apply Manic Panic to my hair that morning with a brush.] "Oh! Thanks, buddy."