"So have your friends changed since you've known them in fifth grade?"
"Well . . . (thoughtful pause) A is taller, and B is taller, and C is taller, and D is taller . . ."
"Is that what you wanted to know Mom?"
"I mean . . ."
"Also A. is still a human, B is a human, C is a human, and D is a Homo Sapiens. OK, Mom?"
This morning, this sub-zero morning, I insisted that my other kid put on his warm Winter jacket, a conversation that resolves itself in ever-inventive ways almost every morning.
"Mom, stay out of my personal affairs!" said he.
"Good vocabulary," commented my husband.
I put a meal in front of my daughter. "Mommy, I did not ASK for that!"
Oh, it is the Christmas season. Ho ho ho. Merry Merry Merry. And as soon as they all have enough sleep, they'll be angels.