Rory, from the backseat of the car today:

“Mum… when you get married, does that means that’s the only time you can share germs and you won’t get sick?”

Uh, sure. I got nothin’ for that one.

Anja, walking home from daycare:

“Mama, I’m pretty happy that I’m alive.”

She’s good with the obvious, that one.


Author: Christine Cogger

I am not a writer. I like my kids, coffee, running around and reading about you. I live in the most incredible part of the world and am lucky enough to live some pretty great adventures.

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