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.
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Anja, walking home from daycare:
“Mama, I’m pretty happy that I’m alive.”
She’s good with the obvious, that one.
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