From the Mouth of my Babe

Tonight my 4-year old son was playing with his trucks and Army Lego guys, and he showed me that two of the Lego guys were sick. One of them was laying flat on his back (well, as flat as a Lego guy can get) on a semi-trailer and the other guy, well, it wasn't a guy, just a guy's head, but to my son, it was a whole guy...the other "guy" was next to the one laying down and my son explained, "They are sick and they can't do anything anymore, so the truck has to take them away until they are better." "Oh, I said. What happened?" "They got a migraine." my son very seriously, very matter-of-factly stated. I think that says it all...