Conversations happen regularly in our home that I am positive no other family on the planet has.
Grace: “Mommy did you make those biscuits or buy them?” (spoken as she is washing the dishes in which I made the biscuits )
Me: “No of course I didn’t make them, little leprechauns did.”
Grace: “What is a leprechaun?”
Me: “You don’t know what a leprechaun is? Hmm, a leprechaun is a fictional small green Irish man.”
*In hindsight I guess I should have clarified that the men themselves are not green, they just wear green. However, I figure if she ever actually meets a leprechaun I will have bigger problems on my hands than misrepresenting the color of his skin.
Me: “I guess they could be girls too.”
Kaleb: “I would say there would have to be females too, otherwise how would the leprechaun race carry on.”
Me: “Good point. Unless of course they reproduce asexually.”
Kaleb: “That would be weird.”
At which point I am thinking, “Like this conversation we are having about the reproductive habits of fictional characters isn’t?”
Kaleb must have thought so too, because the next words out of his mouth were:
“So the formula for molarity is number of moles/volume of the solution in liters.”