Imogen and I were reading the third Incorrigible Children of Ashton Place and reached the scene where Lord Ashton describes his grandfather's death by cause of murderous pheasants.
Imogen: What does murderous mean?
Me: It means killing, murdering, someone or something on purpose.
Imogen: Oh. I thought murdering was winking your eye at someone.
(Apparently MamaJen never played the childhood game of Murder from which Imogen was drawing this understanding, so she found it all the funnier.)
MamaJen and I were out for dinner. We got this text from Liam, who was helping Molly babysit:
Immy: how do you graduate high school?
Molly: you have to have enough credits
Immy: what are credits?
Molly: credits are....
Immy: this is a cactus. Look it's not even hurting me though.
Imogen: Can I watch a movie?
Me: Sure. Go ahead.
Imogen: Yay! I am going to watch Bill Nye the Science Guy. I can't WAIT to learn about structures!!!
Imogen: Mom, have you read [Ralph S. Mouse] before?
Me: Yes. It was published when I was your age. I got it for my birthday that year.
Imogen: Oh! Did you publish it?!
Me, singing to cat:
Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur
Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr.
Imogen: Hey! That's the song from The Big Bang Theory!
Me: You're right. Do you remember who likes it?
Imogen: The man who has autism and bad manners.
