SUGAR HIGH!

I recently had a surgery.  The kids' reaction:

His Aunt: Your mom is going to need you to be gentle and help her when she comes home; she's going to be really sore.
A (age 5): I'm so worried about her.


C (age 2): MOMMY!
Me:  Careful, honey.  Mommy has owies.
C:  Owies?  *touches drain bulbs* Owie there?
She now proudly points out her knowledge of the owies and where they are whenever she sees me.

A (age 5): Mommy, come here to the couch so you can rest.
Me:  Thank you, sweetheart.
A: Can I see your owies?
Me:  Ok, if you want to.
A:  *looks*  Ohhhhh, my poor little Mommy.


My dad came to help out after my surgery....

A (age 5):  Boompa!  What are you doing?
Boompa:  I'm cutting the grass for your dad.
A:  Boompa, that's DADDY'S lawnmower.

C (age 2):  *climbs into Boompa's lap for a snuggle.  After a few seconds, she turns her face to his.*  Hi.


C (age 2): *after being told no, is crying loudly in the middle of the room*
Me:  *after a few seconds*  Hey, are you done?
C:  *stops crying and nods once, then wanders off*

A (age 5):  Hey, Boompa, it's my birthday!!!
Uncle C: That's great buddy, but I'm not Boompa.
A:  I know, Boompa.
Uncle C:  Do you know who I am?
A: Yeah
Uncle C: ....
A: Uncle C.
Uncle C:  That's right.
A:  So hurry up, Boompa, I want to show you my Ninjago!

C (age 2):  LA LA LA!  LA LA LA!!!!
Boompa:  You're on a sugar high, I can tell.
A (age 5):  What's a sugar high?
A: *not waiting for a response* Sugar high, Sugar High, SUGAR HIGH!!!!!!

A (age 5):  *To EVERYONE on the phone this week*  Well, maybe next time you can buy me...

C (age 2): *climbs into a box*  Uh-oh.  Reh-ee, set, go!  Oh no!  Mommy!  Help!
Mommy:  What happened?
C: Ah stuck!
Mommy:  Stuck?  Oh no!
C:  Yeah!