Levi, pointing up at my chest as I'm getting dressed one morning: "Are those your boo-boos?" (I understand his confusion: they've fallen so far from their former glory I hardly recognize them myself. And they are kind of, I don't know, wounded looking.)
Ezra, as I'm holding him up at the sink to wash his hands: "Mommy, don't squeeze so hard. You're crushing my ribbons!"
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