J (squatting down to A's level): Hey, A, can you point to the octagon?
A (sprawled out on the floor): That one. (Points to octagon.)
J: Very good. Can you point to the triangle?
A: Thinking. (Points to triangle.)
M (sitting at the dining nook table): A, why is that one a triangle?
A: Because it's purple.
J (hitting forehead): Uhgh.
M: It's always good to ask these things. (Miming a university admissions officer) "Why is this one a triangle?" (Miming a hapless high school senior) "Because it's always the first item in the answers."
Today A and I were singing various songs with "Hey Ho" in them.
J: "Ho-ho-hosanna! Ho-zan-na-na-nana! Ho-ho-hosanna! Ho-zan-na-na-nana!"
A: "Hey Ho! Blow the man down!"
J: "Hey Ho! To the Greenwood now let us go!"
A: "Oh blow Susannah down! I've come from Alabama..."
At this point we dissolved into giggles because blowing Susannah down was pretty darn funny.
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