"But daddy, my body says it wants a chip. It says it is going to be sick tonight, throw up sick, from Tate's germs if I eat my salad."
"You don't feel well T?"
"I'm, I'm going to be sick from Tate's germs, I touched Tate today."
"Tate looked good to me T, but I'll tell you what we can do, your body gets hot when it is fighting off germs. We'll check your temperature." and B left to get the thermometer.
"I touched Tate and got his germs, for real Mommy. I touched his back."
"His back huh? Good thing you washed your hands!"
"Can I have a chip to feel better?"
B and I were cracking up by our son's earnestness and attempts to eat only tortilla chips for dinner. He was being very clever if somewhat flawed in his thinking. Eventually he ate enough pulled pork and salad to warrant more of the coveted chips.