It was the day of my weekly date with one of my children, and on this particularly week it was Spence’s turn.

As we waited in line for our snack, Spence (age 4) entertained me with stories of his latest Lego creation.  I lovingly remarked, “You’re so funny, Spence!”

He smirked his little half smile and said in his darling halting speech, “Chase said… last night… that I am funny.”

“Because you are!” I laughed.

He turned to me, his smile suddenly replaced with a serious expression.  “Carmen… says… I am not so funny.”

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Spence and Carmen are sharing an electric mixer beater covered in muffin batter, taking turns eating from it.

Carmen:  I hate germs.  Ew, I hate germs.

Spence (teasingly):  I looooove Carmen’s germs.  I just love them.

Carmen:  Well, I hate your germs.  They’re always covered in spit.

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