Owen: Mommy, turn up the music.
Me: What is the magic word please?
Owen: Grandma GiGi, I love you so much that I am going to eat you all up.
Owen's preschool has a curb-side drop-off/pick-up. Well, the little boy in the car ahead of us had to be gently pulled out by the teacher as he was crying and hesitating going into to school.
Me: Oh Bud, your little friend looks so sad.
Owen: Mommy, he must have just got a flu-shot.