Christopher…. who else?
Both of these comments were made at our cook-out lunch today:
1) “You know, Daddy… sometimes, when I sneeze really hard, I can make a nose-bubble.”
2) And to his sister Kathryn, who had ketchup all over her mouth:
“Ewwww! It looks like you have tuberculosis!”
[It took me awhile, but I finally remembered… we watched a movie on St. Faustina well over half a year ago, and in ONE scene, you saw her cough blood onto her handkerchief. He remembered that ONE time he has ever heard of tuberculosis…]