Verbatim account of a conversation with my son at breakfast this morning that makes me feel like I’m dadding well:

Son: “I hate crumbs.”

Me: “That’s not cool. Crumbs never did anything to you.”

Son: “Well I don’t want to eat them.”

Me: “And they don’t want to eat you.”

Son: “Crumbs can’t eat anything, Dad. They don’t have a mouth and they can’t swallow things inside them.”

Me: “What if there’s a river of crumbs going into the ocean and a duck lands on them and it’s like quicksand so the duck gets swallowed up at the mouth of the river of crumbs? I’d say it just got eaten.”

Son: “And I’d say you’re ducking weird.”

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