Overheard at Thanksgiving

I spent a good portion of Thanksgiving sitting/lying down on the sofa in the basement. I wasn't feeling particularly well, so when the kids came down to play I had to hush them a few times. Yes, I'm officially an old lady. At one point one of the boys, M., asked me what I was sick with, I didn't really feel like going into the details. Here's the conversation that ensued:

M.: Are you car sick?
Petitedov: No
M.: Are you home sick?
Petitedov: No
A few minutes later I hear Z. whisper to M. "I think she's lady sick."

So from now on I will tell people that I'm lady sick. Kids say the cutest things.