Jennifer (watching the cat): She knocked over your napkin.
Me: It’s a frog.
Jennifer: Oh.
Me: It was Boba Fett, but I wanted a frog, so I took Boba Fett apart and made him into a frog.
Jennifer (to my baby): Good luck.
Fling this post into the ether of internetted winds, that it might implant itself in a bazillion other consciousnesses and hasten the onset of my world dominion. ...Wait -- did I say that out loud?
That kid has less of a chance than mine did. Good luck inDEED.
At least I’m not yet needing to teach my child that Peter Parker doesn’t actually live in New York. ; )