Brighton threw up twice tonight and Aiden (who has a bad cold of some kind and been ueberwhiny) woke up and finally said sleepily: "What is wrong with Brighton? Does he need chocolate?"
Aiden and Brighton are standing on their beds looking out the window (when they are supposed to be sleeping). All of a sudden, in their conversation (which I did not hear), Aiden says loudly: "I'm just pretending I have a vagina!"