Marcel: Mom?! Why did you put seltzer in my ginger ale? I just wanted the ginger part!
Me: No honey, that’s what ginger ale tastes like. Unless you let it go flat.
Marcel: Flat is for pancakes. I am not a pancake.
Later that day, Marcel tries again;
Marcel: “I am going to put the cup over here until all the fuzzy parts leave.”
The stomach flu has chosen Mama C as it’s latest victim. With a steady stream of help, I’ve managed to stay in my bed most of the afternoon. At the moment the boys are running around in circles around my bed, in anticipation of bath time. Too many movies over here.