J was pulling out of the garage with the kids in the van. James suddenly gave a mighty yelp. There was a toy rattling around on the top of the van. (Sometimes it pays to have the sunroof.)
J got out and found, not just the one, but several toys on top of the van.
Time for a chat.
James, who is honest beyond reproach, denies any involvement. Owen, who lies habitually, pointlessly, and recreationally, also denies it. Despite pushing from J.
When asked, Felix's eyes get very big. He says, earnestly, "I sink a sox jumped up on the woof and put it there. A big surry sox."
J looks away. She looks back. Felix nods MOST seriously.
Felix, spelling out Apples to Apples words with Aunt Martha.
"What's this letter?"
"That's a 'S!'"
"Good, and what's the next letter?"
"That's a 'M!'"
"Good, and the next one?"
"This one is a 'A!'"
"Right...and what is--"
"That's a 'eleven.'"
Felix, plunking down a stack of books between James, Owen, and me.
"Read these books to me!"
<Thinking better of his manners while he met with silence.>
"Read these books to me, please."
<Seizing an opportunity to be even more polite.>
"Read these books to me, please, gentlemen."
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