Comic gold from my children.

– Genevieve: (Rummaging around floor of car. Holds up wrapped cigar) “Look! I found one of Daddy’smoke bars!”

– Genevieve: (To a good male friend who often wears kilts) “Why are you wearing a tutu?”

– Genevieve: “Why can’t Pop Pop eat macaroni?”

    Payne: (while looking down at his dinner and with the cool tone that only accompanies complete certainty) “He has the diarrhea.”

OMG. Diabetes. He has DIABETES.