While out driving last night, we were stopped at a light next to the local scuzzball motel. The Littlest Briston has this whole “reading” thing pretty well down pat, so now she calls out pretty much every sign she sees.
“Daddy, what’s a ‘Motor Inn’?” “It’s kinda like a hotel.”
“Ohhh…so, can we please please please stay there overnight sometime?” (What is it with kids and hotels?) “Ahh, no.”
“Why not??” “One, because we have a perfectly good house less than a mile away, and two, because that place is really dirty.”
“What about three?” “Huh?”
“You said one and two, so there has to be a three. You can’t make a list of just two things, silly…there has to be three!”
Looks like you’ve got yourself some backup, OpalCat…