We’re walking. He’s really tired and he says: „Please, my soul hurts!“
Me: Do you have a soul?
Yoyo: No.
Me: Yoyo, do you have a soul?
Yoyo: Yes.
Me: Where’s your soul?
He touches the back of his head.
Dora: Who are you?
Yoyo: I’m mommy and you’re Yoyo.
He lost his toy.
Me: Where’s your toy?
Yoyo: we should forget about the toy.
Me: Yoyo, will you die?
Yoyo: Yes.
Me: What will happen when you die?
Yoyo: I won’t have a mother.
Me: Are you big or small?
Yoyo: Big.
Me: Are you young or old?
Yoyo: I’m young and old.
Me: Do you have a soul?
Yoyo: Yes.
Me: Where is your soul?
Yoyo: In my heart.
Me: What color is your soul?
Yoyo: Red.
Me: What’s in your soul?
Yoyo: Water.
Me: What does the water do?
Yoyo: It rests.
Me: What are clouds made of?
Yoyo: Daddy.
Me: What is music made of?
Yoyo: Horses.
Me: What do they do?
Yoyo: They swing… Silly little horses…
Me: Do you see the moon?
Yoyo: Yes.
Me: Where is it?
Yoyo: Up there.
Me: What else is up there?
Yoyo: The other moon.
Me: What other moon? Is it big or small?
Yoyo: Small.
Me: Are you a human or an animal?
Yoyo: An animal.
Me: What kind of an animal?
Yoyo: A human.
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Author: Teodora Mousseva
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