some conversation at the dinner table tonight:
Katie: Daddy...daddy...daddy!
Me:Yes, katie?
Katie: Do you want to know what 6+6 is? I know...
Me: Ok, what?
Katie: It's 8.
and
Me: what makes a rocketship go up?
Katie: I know! The guys push the buttons and it goes up so people can do business on the moon.
Me: uh..huh. Ellen?
Ellen: well, there's the fire and when it's in space it pushes on nothing, so the rocket goes forward, right?
Me: um...but what makes it shoot up into space?
Ellen: the brown things on the top?
Bits of wisdom from the youth of america.
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