Anyway, yesterday we headed to a family reunion in MS for the day. As we approached, mom asked G if she would talk to people when we got there. G said, "Well, Grammie, I not a grownup so I can't talk."
This morning, while I was taking her temp, she said, "Momma our baby sister can't be sick. If she got sick she would be 'tearble' like I am 'tearble'."
I think she means that she feels terrible, and it is terrible to be sick. I just reassured her that she will get better and will have fun with grandad, with whom she is staying today.