Freshly in from playing outside:
T: I’m chemically treated!
Apparently he walked through the neighbors’ recently-sprayed lawn. Fortunately, it had rained hard between the spraying and the walking, so hopefully his chemical treatment was minimal.
Another day, also freshly in from playing outside:
T: I touched something long and lean.
A: Was it…the monkey bars?
T: No. (pause) I don’t know what it was called.
M: It was a worm.