Julie was taking a nap. And Coco, who has a new "trumpet" (a trumpet-shaped harmonica deal that plays four notes, which, luckily, are tuned to a major triad and the fifth below, so it doesn't sound as terrible as it reads) wanted to play for her.
I said, "Yeah, Coco, a lullaby on a trumpet. I think that's an oxymoron."
Humor like this always works with the 3-yr-old crowd.
But here's the kicker.
Madeleine said, "You're right."
What does she think "oxymoron" means? I haven't told her. I doubt it came up in first grade. Now I'm curious. What did she think I was saying?
(In other words, the illnesses are now officially over and the kids are back to their normal selves - though a few pounds lighter.)