Daddy: Stop sucking that thumb.
Bitty Boy: I need it.
Daddy: But it'll mess up your mouth, dude.
Bitty Boy: I want it.
Daddy: I want crack cocaine, but I can't have it because it's not good for me.
Bitty Boy: It's good for me.
Daddy: What? Crack cocaine?
Bitty Boy: Yes.
Daddy: Have you had crack cocaine?
Bitty: Yes.
Daddy: When?
Bitty: I had it on the bed.
Daddy: Oh yeah? Who's your dealer?
Bitty: Gabrielle (Girl in Big Boy's preschool class)
Daddy: Did you pay for it?
Bitty: Yes.
Daddy: How much?
Bitty: 17...15...17.
Daddy: That's a lot. Where'd you get the money?
Bitty: Target.
Daddy: Oh, do you work at Target?
Bitty: Yes.
Daddy: What department do you work in, electronics?
Bitty: No. No I don't, Daddy.
Daddy: Do you work in the clothing department.
Bitty: Yes. (Runs away.)
