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C: *sneeze* See? I told you I’m super sick. And I’m super sad.
Me: I think you’ll be all right, bud.
C: Know what the comfiest place is down here? The wardrobe!
Me: Do you want some chicken noodle soup?
C: No, I think my tummy wants a quesadilla. Quesadillas are gooder than soup!
Me: We should have soup for dinner.
C: But I want tornellini! (tortellini)
Me: I don't think your tummy will like the tomato sauce. We can have it for lunch tomorrow if you're feeling better.
C: For breakfast?
C: I need to go to the doctor. Doctors know everything.
C: Can you call the doctor and have him come here? Because I'm super sick.
C: Can you call my coach and tell him I will be too sick in the morning?
C: Are you sad that I am sick?
Me: Of course I am!
C: What if you and I were sick at the same time? Then Dad would have to take care of us!
Me: I'm sure he would, bud.
C: Look at this race car I built! It has 15 gears! And it's faster than... than... it's faster than a motorcycle!
Me: Here honey, have some soup.
C: I'm afraid it won't do any good.
C: I will pick out what movie I want next. But my legs won't let me balance very well.
