The first words out of my three year old daughter yesterday morning as I plucked her from the crib:
Clara: Daddy, I have a cold. I can’t go to school today.
Me: Don’t worry, munchkin. It’s Monday. We don’t got to school on Monday.
Clara: Daddy?
Me: Yeah?
Clara: I feel better now.
UPDATE (three hours later):
Clara: Daddy, I want to go to school! Teddy is waiting for me!
