Kathryn: Mama, Jackson's bottom feels, like, squishy!
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In the car:
Kathryn, in a very reassuring, mommy kind of voice: "Mama, there was just a bug on the back of your seat, but don't worry, cuz I just squished him a little bit with my foot and he fell on the floor but it's okay now because he's ok but he's just a little bit dead but he's okay."
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Kathryn: "Bugs like to eat me because I taste like honey."
Me: "What do I taste like?"
Kathryn: "You taste like sugar."
Me: "What does Jackson taste like?"
Kathryn: "Well, mosquitoes don't like him, so he must taste like mosquitoes."
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