Breuklyn: Mom, can we sleep with that thing on that blows air?
Me: Huh? The thing that.... oh! The humidifier? Why? You aren't really sick anymore.
Breuklyn: Yes, we are. We have energies.
Me: You have energies? Um...
Breuklyn: Yes. Energies. We are sneezing and our eyes are itchy.
Me: Oh! Allergies. I'm fairly certain that you'll survive.