Old Laaadee: I'm an old laaadee.
Her Dad: What?
Old Laaadee: I'm an old laaadee!
Her Dad: I still can't hear you.
Old Laaadee: I'm an old LAAADEEE!!!
Her Dad: Oh, you're an old lady.
Old Lady: Yes.
Her Dad: Are you sure? You look a little moldy. Maybe you're just old bread?
Old Lady: No, I'm an old lady!
Her Dad: Okay, you're an old lady. So what's your story.
Old Lady: I was traveling through and back in time, when all of a sudden, I fell over and became an old lady.
Her Dad: You tripped through time and became old?
Old Lady: Yes, and then I saw Baby Monster Grandma, when I fell, because she was spinning around my head.
Her Dad: Like in the cartoons? Like when little birds fly around?
Old Lady: Yes, or stars…. and now I'm an old lady.
Her Dad: What's it like being an old lady?
Old Lady: I need help taking clothes on.
Her Dad: Why do you need help taking clothes on? You're already wearing clothes.
Old Lady: And off.
Her Dad: Hey, wait. Why do you need help taking clothes off? No, no, no… this is a kid's story. Keep your clothes on old lady.
Old Lady: Well, my mom helps me take them on and off.
Her Dad: Wait. you're an old lady and your mom's still around? She must be a really old, old, old lady.
Old Lady: Yes. My mom is actually 36 and I am 57.
Have fun,
– old lady, Josie (and her dad)