At the lunch table today, I had the following conversation:
Bongo: How much sour cream should I get?
Sweetie: The smallest size.
Bongo: The smallest? You're sure.
Sweetie: Yeah. The smallest.
Bongo: You know they come in thimble size. You know. In case you want to do sour cream nasal shooters.
Sweetie silently stares at Bongo.
Bongo [turning to child]: She thinks I'm getting weirder.
Sweetie: I do not. You were weird when you were a kid too.
Sweetie realizing that that might have hurt Bongo's feelings: You thought I was weird too. Didn't you?
Bongo: No. I've always been completely mystified by you.