Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Can you help me find a hammer?”

Me: “Sure, honey. Where did you last see it?”

LMT: “In the back yard.”

Me: “Can you be more speciific?”

LMT: “Behind the woodpile.”

Me: “Behind the woodpile is just a giant mess of thorns and 7 foot weeds. How did a hammer get back there?”

LMT: “I threw it.”

Me: “And you want me to help you find it, after you threw it into the weeds.”

LMT: “Yes.”

Me: “What does the hammer look like?”

LMT: “Green.”

Me: “Of course it is.”