"Good night, buddy. I love you."
"What are we going to do tomorrow?"
"We're going to give blood. Then we're going to Central Market."
"Am I going to do it?"
"No, I'm going to give blood. You're too young."
"Because you have to be bigger to give blood. That's the rule."
"Well, when I'm bigger, I don't want to give blood."
"OK. You don't have to. It's your choice. I like to give blood."
"Well, I don't. I like to give poop!"
"I said 'poop.'"
"Yes, I know. I heard you."
This made more sense when I was unconscious.
37 minutes ago