jack was sick last week.
throwing up and diahreah.
daddy was here with the kids,
i was at work,
and so grammy brought over some
ginger ale, popsicles, and medicine.
jack thought he was so cool to have his OWN soda.
when i got home he told me grammy brought him "dia-rita" food.
just because.... silly me asked, "dia-rita??? whats that?"
its a humungous poop explosion he tells me.
sound effects and all.
WHY did i ask???
it was funny though.
i love the perspective that kids have on things.
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