It started with coffee.
Bud now helps me make my daily cups of coffee and tea (we have a Keurig, so this is easier and safer than it sounds--lots of enclosed cups and buttons to push). But I always remind him that it is hot and to be careful. Today, I explained that Goo had burned himself when he was a toddler by spilling a hot cup of coffee on himself. He went to the hospital with severe burns and was there for awhile. Sis, hearing a story about Goo, came into the kitchen.
"Was he all alone?" Sis asked.
"No, Ar-Ma went with him. Because, you know, Ma is Goo's mommy."
"That is so weird . . . . Goo doesn't live with her," Sis pondered.
"No, he lives at school. When kiddos grow up they leave home."
"I want to be a kiddo when I grow up. I don't want to leave. Ever!" Sis exclaimed.
And I said okay.
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