QOC: That's because you have a cold.
D4: Take the cold* off me!
QOC: No, you're sick. Your nose is running, your neck hurts. You are sick.
D4: I'm not six, I'm twelve!
QOC: No, sick is not the same word as six.
D4: Oh. I'm sick.
QOC: Right.
D4: My nose is running. My neck hurts. I am sick.
*This is what he calls the ice cubes he gets on him when he bangs his head.
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His final line is about what I feel when I have a cold :)
Shades of Morris in that conversation.
So bibliophilism is hereditary!
Yes, I did think of Morris. And now I am remembering that D1 and D2 have not experienced the joys of Morris for themselves. Off to the library website, then . . .
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