Just Peachy

This will just be a little post, a blogette, or something like that.  I can't resist sharing a funny little conversation I had in the car with the Birdie on Wednesday night.

From the back seat, I hear a somewhat startling question.  "What color is the Imp?"

Me: [thinking: they really do notice.  They just don't care.]  I turn the question back on her, as I have learned to do when she asks something unexpected like that.  "What color is the Imp?"

Her:  [thoughtfully] "He's kind of a peach color."

Me:  [blink] "Why, yes, he is."

Her:  [pause]  "We eat peaches."

Me:  [blink.  blink.]  "Why, yes, we do eat peaches."  [pause]  "But we don't eat the Imp."

Her:  [giggling]  "Nooooo.  That's silly!"

Well, good.  I'm glad we got that cleared up!

I muttered to Craig, who was driving, "Well, that's one word for it."

In typical Craig style, he responded something about how cannibalism is usually frowned upon.

Little piping voice:  "What did Daddy say?"

I'll let you explain that one, Honey.