The great thing about 2,5-year-olds is that they talk. The bad thing about them is that they talk. Including to each other.
“Tomorrow I’m taking you to get your flu shot,” I told Klara.
“My friend Maxwell had a flu shot. He says it hurts!”
“Well, it hurts a bit but then it doesn’t.”
“My friend Maxwell says it hurt a lot. He cried! Did you get a flu shot, Mommy?”
“Uhm, no, not yet. But I’m going to. . .”
“My friend Maxwell had a flu shot! He says it hurts. You made a mistake, Mommy!”