05 April 2016

First

While at the bus stop waiting for Madelyn's bus to come to drop her off:

Alyson: My hands are cold.
Me: Your gloves are in your pockets.
Alyson, pulling her gloves out of her pockets: Hey! These are my gloves!

Second

While cuddling before bed, Alyson coughed and covered her mouth with her hands.

Alyson: I cover my mouth so that I don't spread germs.
Me: That's good.
Alyson: Madelyn and me have a sick. Germs make a sick. You and Daddy don't have a sick.
Me: And we don't want to get sick.
Alyson: Why not?