On the way home from church today, this came from the back seat:
Maddie: Daddy, I want pancakes.
Me: Okay, we’ll have pancakes.
Maddie: And, then, let’s go to outer space for lunch!
Me: That sounds wonderful. Do you have a helmet?
Maddie: I do. And, a space suit.
Me: What’s your space suit for?
Maddie: Protecting me from space, Daddy!
Me: Ah, yes. That’s why I have a pressurized loin cloth.
Maddie: A lone koff?
Me: A pressurized loin cloth protects my man junk from the inordinate amounts of G-forces that come with traveling fast enough to leave the Earth’s gravitational pull.
Pretty Bride: Muskrat! The children do NOT need to hear about your…that’s just inappropriate.
Me: It’s not like I’m going to wrap my crotch in tin foil and go looking for a space shuttle or something. You’re ruining our moment of learning.
Maddie: Daddy, I don’t want to go to space for lunch any more.