Boy (from the back seat of the car): No! No! No! No!
Me: What's wrong sweetie?
Boy: Nothing's wrong. Why are you asking me if anything's wrong?
Me: You said No no no no no. I thought you were talking to me.
Boy: Nooooooo. One hand was just saying that to the other one.
Me: Oh. Right.
Boy: Now they are fighting.
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