M: (After an evening of not feeling well) Papa, what does 'hideous' mean? Does it mean 'really icky'?
Papa: Yeah, like something really awful. Why?
M: I think that's the perfect word to describe my headache right now: hideous.
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Watching Toy Story 3 together as a family, we got to the last part of the movie, where Andy is 'donating' his favorite toys to a little girl. As we, adults, were (ever so quietly, subtly) getting choked up over this tender scene, L looks at me with big eyes...
L: But Mama...sniffle....why is he...sniffle, sniffle... giving away...all...his...toys? When I grow up, will I have to give up all my toys? (sob, sob into Mama's arm) Is that what happens when he goes to cow-wedge? Why can't he have all his toys in cow-wedge? I don't wike that! I don't want to have to give away all my toys someday! (Big tears...but not just from L now! Now Mama can't hold them back either! Oh, my tender-hearted boy!)
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