Our family is having a leisurely Sunday morning today cooking breakfast while Dalton is zoned out reading with his Leapfrog pen at the table. I was telling Boyd that I had to get up at 6:00 and give Dalton "booger medicine" for some pretty major sniffles in my face (his weekend treat is that he gets to sleep with us - it makes it slightly easier to keep him in his bed during the week).
Boyd is saying that he is afraid that Dalton is allergic to something in our house and hopes that it is Nacho (our grumpiest dog). I jokingly say that it must be our bed so he can't stay there anymore. We throw out a few more ideas and without even looking up from his book, Dalton says "It's veggies!"
We laugh and he assures us, "No really, I'm allergic to veggies."
Good one, Dalton!
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