Dylan's analogy

 It's election night.  We are all a little on edge.  I let Dyleva stay up later to watch some of the electoral votes come in.

Time for bed.  Dylan started asking me about testing for coronavirus.  I explained that I think it is a swab up the nose, which for me would be painful.  Dylan is silent for a minute and says, "Mommy, you are a daisy.  You are delicate."  He waits a minute longer, and says, "Daddy is a tree.  He has bark."  Thinking of the times he is bleeding and doesn't even realize it.

He continues, "Eva is a sprout."

I agreed that Eva is pretty tough.  She did ride a bike this summer for 3 miles with a broken arm.

And then Dylan said, "I am a weed."

"Why is that?" I asked, surprised.

"Because," he said thoughtfully.  "When I get cut down, I come right back."

Nice, Dyl.