While clipping Bella's fingernails, and making what I thought was just chatter...
Me: "Oh, my goodness, Bella! This fingernail is dirty! What in the world is all this?"
And later, at dinner...
Bella: "Cereal hurts my butt."
Me: "Um--it does?"
Bella: (dropping a small piece of something onto the table) "Yeah. I was sitting on a Cheerio."
Me: (relieved, laughing) "Ohhhh...OK! Ha, ha!"
Bella: "But burritos make my butt feel better."
I didn't ask. And I don't regret it.
And from the husband:
During a recent (and rare, because I find Maher to be a thinly-disguised misogynist of the highest order, as well as a PeTA shill) viewing of Bill Maher's show, there was a segment on the future retirement of the space shuttle Atlantis. The gag went something like this (I am paraphrasing rather than waste time looking up Bill Maher transcripts)--"Why stop there, at retirement? Since the American people's attitude toward science is apparently, 'screw it!', why not just take Atlantis to one of the 5 stupidest states, and let the locals beat it to pieces with sticks?" We laugh, Alex and I, and then I cry out, "NO, don't say that! They'll bring it HERE!"
There's a short pause, then we both crack up laughing again, and look at each other, realizing we're thinking the same thing, which Alex articulates:
"You're thinking I'd be out there in line with a stick, too!!
Me: (laughing so hard I'm wheezing) "Yes! Because you WOULD!"
Alex: "Darn right! How many chances in life are you gonna get to hit the space shuttle with a stick?" (puts on extreme hick voice) "HunnEEEE! Get'cher whackin' stick; that-there spaceship's a-comin'!"
I'm going to read a book now, I think.