This one is for my dad....
Trista: Mom, when are we going to go to Indiana again?
Me: At Christmas time.
Trista: Good, we need to go my papa & grandma's house.
Me: Ok.
Trista: I really need Papa to put medicine on my bo-bo (blister on the back of her heal)
Me: What do you think Papa has magic medicine?
Trista: He really really does mom - I promise. It fixes my bo-bos.
Dad - you have believers in your red stuff!
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