She shakes her head no.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I cun’d tulk”
“Peanus, I’m allergi du peanus.” A small amount of drool slides down the corner of her mouth. The kind of drool that you would find on the mouth of a bulldog.
“Wooo, TMI!” Then he points to the drool that has escaped her mouth.
“Nooo, I cun’d pronunciae cuz my tun has bisers. You’re sooo ruuue! It maes me drool.”
She opens her mouth to show the blisters on her tongue to Max.
“Oooh, I get it. You’re not acting stupid. You just can’t talk because you have blisters. Ok. Why did you get the blisters?”
Max looks at her with a very confused face. “Stop saying that word.”
“Nooo, peanus nu penis!”
Frustrated, she gets up and walks to the freezer. She pulls out the Jamoca Fudge ice cream Max had brought over. Scooping out a spoon full she looks closely. “Heeereee” She shows the small morsels left.
“Yeees, I’m allergi du peanus.”
“Then why’d you eat the ice cream?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Cuz I liked id a waat.”