David: "Mom, I have a funny taste in my nose from a tic-tac."
Me: "Did you put a tic-tac in your nose?"
David: "No, I ate it in my mouth when I was lying upside-down."

(Did you know that your nose has taste buds?)

David: "Mom, when will Daddy go to the real war?" Me: "I don't know, sweetheart." David: "Well, when he does, I hope he doesn't get shot right in the chest, because he's the most special person to us." Me: "I hope so, too, David." I suppose I should be grateful that he's preparing himself...