I sat down to watch a little bit of golf this afternoon while Roxanne and Stella were having dinner and while Abby was cooking. I told Abby that it looked nice and warm and sunny at the tournament (it was cold and snowy here), and she asked where it was taking place. I told her, "Marana, outside Tucson." "Tucson," shouted Roxanne, "that's where Queen Esther lived!"
"Um, no Rox, " I responded, while Abby stifled her hysterics with a dish rag, "that would be Shushan, as in Persia, not Tucson, as in Arizona."
And Stella still conflates the words "misty" and "dusk" into a single term, so asking her at 5 Pm "what time of day is it?" brings a quick response of "Whiskey! This is the time of day I call whiskey!" How can I not smile when stuff like this happens around my house on a regular basis?