Molly: I have to pee.
Me: Why don’t you go potty?
Molly: No, thank you, I go after Thanksgiving.
[Considering we had this conversation on 10/30, she has a long time to wait….]
Molly: My milk is frozen.
Me: No, Molly, your milk can’t be frozen.
Molly: My milk is frozen.
[I go over and look, and realize I’ve given her the mug of hardened bacon grease that was in the fridge, since we were at a State Park and didn’t have any place to put it…. Oops.]
