quite literally:
In the past, when any of us has been sick, I've often referred to the sickness as "having a bug". Today, after a looong night, Mary Clare woke up with a low grade temperature and stuffy nose. She said, "I think I'm a little sick. I must have swallowed a bug."
quite honestly:
Given the rather sleepless night, I opted to wear my glasses today instead of contacts. Upon seeing me, Mary Clare asks, "Are you wearing Daddy's glasses?" Puzzled, I say, "no." She shrugs her shoulders and replies, "Oh, they must just be too big for your face." I'm seriously second guessing my choice of frames now.
I can only wonder what may come out of her little mouth tomorrow!
