Max: "Brooklyn is sick Mommy. I checked her temperature, and her tummy. Brooklyn was so sad at daycare"
Me: "I know Max, she has a fever. She needs medecine; we'll pick some up on the way home. We don't need to pick Daddy up any more as Grand Papa is near by and will pick him up for us"
Max: "Grand Papa can't pick Daddy up Mommy"
Me: "Why?"
Max: "Because he'll be stuck in all of that traffic!"
(A note to the city of Montreal: I don't think I knew what traffic was until I was in my early twenties- Max not only knows the word, but he knows exactly what it is, how it's caused and to complain about it!)
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