Snack-time conversation at the preschool table isn’t all about chocolate milk and pretzels (although those are present too, along with heart-shaped marshmallows, Angry Birds crackers, and hermetically sealed cups of pineapple cubes. And yes, I only added that extra description in order to use the word “hermetically”).
While watching Elizabeth mop up pineapple juice and chocolate milk, I overhear the following:
Kevin: He died of cancer.
Eli: He was cancer-ed.
Josh, looking at Eli: Do you even know what cancer means?
Eli: Yes. Cancer is when your mom dies.
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