Breakfast Conversation

Over breakfast this morning, Caeden casually said: "Mom, when Dad gets home I am going to take care of all his cancer bugs."

Me (trying to not be surprised he would say such a thing over a cinnamon roll): "That would be great, buddy. How are you going to do that?"

Him: "Well, all he needs is a shot in the stomach to suck them all out. It won't be too bad."

I think he'd (WE'D) like that very much, Caeden. Very much.