Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Why do you call us different names all the time?”
Me: “They’re just silly nicknames.”
LMT: “Why do they change every day?”
Me: “OK, how about permanent nicknames. You are now… Treet, the magical puppy.”
LMT: “Yay!”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “I’m a telekinetic cat.”
Me: “No, I have to give it to you.”
DM: “Then make me a telekinetic cat.”
Me: “No, your name is… Rutherford… and you are a… telekinetic… uh… turnip.”
DM: “Can I be a shape-changing telekinetic turnip?”
Me: “Yes, you are now a shape-changing, telekinetic turnip named Rutherford.”
DM: “I change into a cat.”
Me: (slow blink)
Me: “Son, you may be better at this game than I am.”
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