Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Daddy, guess what I did at school today.”
Me: “Learned to fly?”
LMT: “Incorrect. Minus five points from Griffyndor.”
Me: “Wait. What…?”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “I think I’m Ravenclaw. If Daddy is Griffyndor, what are you?”
LMT: “I’m a dog, so I’m in… DoggyTime.”
DM: “There’s no House called Doggytime at Hogwarts!”
LMT: “You’re not a dog, so we can’t tell you about it.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “That’s not how Mom does it.”
Me: “Well, she’s not here and I am. It’s a whole new paradigm.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “What does paradigm mean?”
DM: “It means he’s not as good at watching us as Mom is.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “Let’s play 20 questions. Try to guess what I’m thinking.”
Me: “Is it bigger than a breadbox?”
DM: “It can take any shape.”
Me: …
Me: “It can’t be a fictional character in a book that only you’ve read.”
DM: …
DM: “I only want to play if mythical creatures are included.”
Me: “OK, maybe I should go first. Try to guess what I’m thinking.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Is it on your face?”
Me: …
Me: “Maybe we should just go back to quietly reading for the rest of the drive.”
LMT: “I thought of something.”
Me: “OK, is it a place or a person?”
LMT: “It’s something you can go into.”
Me: “Is it a building?”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Yes.”
Me: “Is it a business?”
LMT: “Mmm… not sure.”
Me: “Well, does it have employees?”
LMT: “I don’t know.”
Me: “Do they sell things?”
LMT: “I don’t know.”
Me: …
Me: “Then I guess I give up.”
LMT: “It’s a bank.”
Me: “Honey, banks have employees inside them.”
LMT: “How am I supposed to know what goes on in there?”
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