Phew! I'm Not a Germ

“Ha! I got you! Now you’re dead,” John tells me. “Actually, you're not dead, you’re just a little germ.”

“A little germ?”

“Yep, you’re a germ.”

“Well, sometimes I feel like a little germ.”

“Actually, you’re not a little germ. Your a mommy and you’re big. Big enough to hug me and give me a kiss and a high five.”

And of course, I oblige.