I was having a very pukey morning (thanks to the one in my womb), and Caroline discovered me doing what she at first called "pooping out of [my] mouth."
I then laid on the bed and she walked up and started patting my arm.
"Aw, you're sick Mom. 'Cause of the baby."
"It's like when the cats puke, but you puke in the toilet."
"Poor Mama. That's so awful." Complete with an armrub.
"You'll be ok. Let's fix you up."
Aw, you are going to take care of me?
"No, I was going to go play. But maybe someone else will come here. Bye!"