Sasha (4) thinks my allergies are the coolest. She gets me to list everything I can't eat repeatedly. One day, she looked at me and said, "I'm allergic too!"
"What to?" I asked.
"Cold milk," she said. "And petrol."
Maddie (2) thinks that I should spend allday every day putting on "lipstick" (actually lipbalm). I keep this in a bag with my Ventolin. Every time I obligingly put on my "lipstick" she reminds me, "That's your medicine, for when you stop bleeding."
I had to go home early last week with gastro. On the way out, Bella asked where I was going. I told her I was going home to vomit. She nodded wisely and said, "You have to vomit in your own bed."