It's asthma season again (ah, that whole 2.5 months of cough-free, sick-free bliss), and Caroline's coughing has begun. She was mid-coughing fit, and I grimaced.
Mama: I don't like it when you cough.
Caroline: Why? I'm not coughing on you, right?
Mama: No, not like that. It just makes me really sad to see you coughing and feeling bad.
Caroline: [half smile of bemusement] Well, it's not like a little cough is going to make me die or anything.
Mama: Wait. Aren't you the one who thought you needed surgery for a scraped knee?
Caroline: Mom. I've grown up since then.
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That's awesome. At least she's learning!
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