Friday in the car on the way home from daycare:
Alex: "I'm gettin' sick."
Me: "Really, what's wrong?"
Alex: "I choked."
Me: "You choked?! On what?"
Alex: "Shadow choked too."
Me: "Shadow choked? On what."
Alex: "On the carpet. She's fine."
Competely made up the story.
Saturday after helping me clean the house, while playing his xylophone:
Me: "Are you singing?"
Alex: "Yeah."
Me: "What are you singing?"
Alex: "Alleluia."
Saturday afternoon:
Alex: "Mom, I got boogies in my nose."
Me: "So take the Kleenex out of your pocket and wipe your nose."
Alex: "Okay. (wipes nose) Now what?"
Me: "Fold it back up and stick it in your pocket."
Alex: (Examines the Kleenex, completly disgusted by my suggestion, looks down his nose at me and says,) "But there's boogers on it."
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