Caroline's got a bit of a cold/cough thing going on, and I told her she needed to try some mucinex tonight to see if that helps her stop coughing long enough to sleep. She hates the taste of that medicine and was not exactly on board. So I suggested maybe we'd give honey another whirl.
"Oh, honey! What a great idea, Mama! I hear that honey is great for various sicknesses and stuff."
I suggested that maybe she was so aware of the miracle cure of honey for these "various sicknesses" because she's a fan of honey. And then I suggested that maybe she secretly works for honey industry.
"OH YES! I do. I work for honey factories. In my dreams."