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Smart little boy. Sitting at Subway, munching on a chicken flatbread sandwich, talking about germs. You are so funny. Looking at me as though you were the parent and I was the child:
“Germs are what?” You asked
“Ummm, gross?” I answered, not quite sure what was being asked of me
“Noooooo…germs are what?” You repeated
“Uhhhh, everywhere?” I responded again
“Nooooo…it’s something verrrrrry tiny…” You hinted
“Microscopic???”
“YES!!” you cheered. “Germs are microscopic!”
And just as I was celebrating the adult-like thought processes of you, my precious five-year-old, you followed up with a question that brought me right back down to earth…
“Why can’t flies talk to us?”
