Continuing the cursing education

Rory: Mom, you know how much my head hurts?

Me: How much, hon? Super-much?

Rory: It hurts like a B-I-C-H.

Me:

Rory: I know I'm not supposed to say it, but that's how much it hurts.

Once again, the appropriate application of the curse word makes a mom's heart proud.

Methinks someone has been watching a little too much Dinosaur Train

Brigit: Mom, you know what's inside our bodies?
Me: What? (pensively expecting an answer like, "Poo," this having been the general direction of our conversations these days)
Brigit: Bones!
Me: Yes, that's right.
Brigit: Like the dinosaurs. And when you die, you know what happens?
Me: What?
Brigit: You get buried in the ground.
Me: [ah yes, has grasped fossilization, girl is genius, proof of excellent parenting]
Brigit: And then you get eaten by a T-REX!